And Again and Again and Again
Two birds flutter about
each other where bars
of light break the woods,
one a chickadee, one
a dove, both with bits
of leaf in their beaks,
touching now a wing,
now a cheek, now
a breast, then a tail,
circle and fall,
rise again towards
the sky’s blue arc.
Round and round
go the thumping hearts
in feather-clad cages,
shaking when union
seems for a second
gained, until wind
blows them away.
They carry on,
their circle unbreaking.
© Gary Charles Wilkens 2008
