Text: Solveig Hansen, 2018
Birds don’t sow or reap, or so the Gospels tell us, but they are still fed. I think the city doves congregating on the piazza outside the cathedral are fine with that. I watch them, then I go home to my sowing and reaping. A writer’s life awaits. Happy World Poetry Day!
THE DOVES AT THE CATHEDRAL SQUARE
“Consider the birds of the sky: They don’t sow or reap or gather into barns, yet your heavenly Father feeds them.” (Matthew 6:26)
From the coffee bar
opposite the city’s Cathedral,
I watch the doves put on
their occasional flight show
in appreciation of the bird people who
turn bread into crumbs for them.
Then they take a well-earned rest
among the statues of the Apostles
on the upper facade of the church.
One is brushing its feathers
on St. John’s head
while another naps
on the shoulder of St. Peter.
I go home to my toiling
and sowing and reaping.
(Zol H, 2018)