No one grumbles among the oyster clans,
And lobsters play their bone guitars all summer.
Only we, with our opposable thumbs, want
Heaven to be, and God to come, again.
There is no end to our grumbling; we want
Comfortable earth and sumptuous heaven.
But the heron standing on one leg in the bog
Drinks his rum all day, and is content.
from TURKISH PEARS IN AUGUST (Eastern Washington University Press, 2007). Copyright Robert Bly 2007.