fauve by arthur sze

Caw Caw, Caw Caw Caw.

To comprehend a crow

you must have a crow's mind.

To be the night rain,

silver, on black leaves,

you must live in the

shine and wet.  Some people

drift in their lives:

green-gold plankton,

phosphorescent, in the sea.

Others slash: a knife

at a yellow window shade

tears open the light.

But to live digging deep

is to feel the blood

in you rage as rivers,

is to feel love and hatred

as fibers of rope,

is to catch the scent

of a wolf, and turn wild.

(C) Arthur Sze

• Have you ever inhabited the mind or being of a plant, stone,or creature? How did it feel to imagine yourself inside them, feeling and experiencing life as they do? Write about your experience or create an experience to write about. After you’ve written your story, notice what stands out for you.

• Do you tend to drift through life like green-gold plankton or do you live, digging deep? What might be some of the advantages, and disadvantages of both ways? Begin each piece with the words, I live life….

• What are you longing to catch the scent of? How will the scent of it shift you from civilize to wild?