NamingOnce, I didn’t know the names of birds.Their voices dropped(welcome but unaccountable) from treeslikewise un-christened.And a slant light glistened,and I, to seizethe living moment, stopped –but it had passed already beyond words.Once, I didn’t know the names of flowers.They always caughtme by surprise, pushing their starry nosesthrough gravel dustwith an unreasonable trust.Of course I knew … Continue reading Naming – a poem by Hilary Biehl