From the Beaks of Birds
this bird named me
does a lot then slopes about the porch
talking to the dog
but saying it in bird
it sounds much sweeter cheeps and chirrups
that bird named you
rushing glances on the
way
for freedom sounds the same
as water in a riverbed
in spring not summer clearly
the birds sit talking just above
our hair each morning
speak
the real meaning of the earth
out loud the making of the day
at dawn unmade again
by the falling of the light
we say what bird are you
and write it down
each one of us
repeating it
in vain
thanks!
ReplyDeleteI think the birds call us all sorts of things ...
esp the one I was trying to assist out of the shed yesterday
and ended up with the poor little fellah's tail feathers in my had ...
thought that might have been the end of it but it was gone in a flash once it got outside