"Voyaging through strange seas of thought, alone ..." William Wordsworth

28 December 2020


Maybe you have seen
the shape of a tree
shimmer and fly apart
as a flock of birds.
Maybe you have heard
birds awaken a landscape
into a dream. Maybe for you
it became a way of knowing
how the notes in their throats
pulse an afternoon, measure
distance, reveal a hidden
grid of a thousand kingdoms
calling, responding. If you have
seen a sudden meteor streak
the night too brief for wishes
then you know the way
the sky can surprise.

Amy Sage Webb Baza

No comments: