Kit Kelen #1184 - little bird come

1184

little bird come

full of what’s

not speech

nor song

come

to the other world’s window

to wish

namelessly blue

and I know you

little bird

do you think

I am mirrored in this?

mine is the pond stood up

nothing bends this beak

a hit!  see so much

in the rain’s round soul

all your angles, calculation

heights, swoop

pirouettes of air

for love, for a meal, for a drink

how alien and in I am

to your trajectory

no branch, no twig

sufficient

but to the tip

and past

because you’re of this atmosphere

instinct to work

so play this way

and sometimes curious

landed, peer

o nest of nests

so sighted pure

the inward shelter

gods perform this it

you’re here to see

come to the window to wish

as insect otherworldly

delicious

and I’m in here

with history

the plan to take the tree down

because it is the book

come to the stilled wind

is the border

not a scratch of this sky

but because it catches

to show the dreamland

here within

I wave away

but bird wants more

it’s as if truth drawn to

warm blood, flight feathered

can you not see me, under glass?

this wanting is a kind of prayer

do you not know

your sun is up, your day is out

the song is all in you?

you cannot sharpen

beak this way

terrible student I am

not to know what it is

you are teaching me

may I guess?

just this?

what mystery to each

we others always are