Good Morning, Mr. Magpie

by Ensio Kataja

We have risen early, you and I
stepping in the wet grass of May
wandering under birches and firs
on this rainy day
that reminds me of September

We two have our secret language
as we converse in these early hours
exchanging thoughts on weather
on poetry and philosophy

Knowing that once the gods
walked this piece of land
sharing their thoughts and memories
in their own secret language
just like you and I

Yet we may nod knowingly
because we are sure
we will share their company again
during our walks
in rainy days like this