The Winged Thing

 for Kellie

The winged thing aloft in flight appeared
immensely unexpectedly as if
it’d been a seed just recently within
the darkness of the Earth, and had emerged
anew and vigorous, as tall as cliffs
which plunge into the sea. Her arms outstretched
above the fertile valleys down below,
the bird traversed the arc of sky between
the brightness of the day and black of night,
the space which nothing we can see pervades,
and climbed the crumpled foothills up into
the altitudes whence she might catch a view
of what might lay beyond the mountain’s height.
If both the one and other side’s the same,
it still could be that what you see in truth’s
a beautifully-folded paper crane.

No comments:

Post a Comment