“The Crow & the Walnut”

I turned a corner.

Sun was up, crow was down
on the pavement cracking open
a walnut with his beak –

a distinct sound
in the chill
morning air.

I walked on, then
circled back:
only a half-shell
on the ground,
emptied of meat –

black crow cawing in
a distant tree.

Later, I remembered
walnuts are good

the proverbial wisdom
that if a nut is hard to crack,
then the eater prizes it more –

and St. Julian’s vision
of the walnut,
like the world,
held in the palm
of God’s hand.

Jane Beal
Uncaged (in progress)



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