Stir darkness,
scatter light.
From shadows’
flutter and flux,
pluck the edges’
patterns,
those separating
places between
extremes,
gray and
overlooked.
At long last,
margins unearthed,
laid bare, and
connected.
From that space,
call my name.
From that space,
we will sing
an expectant
song…
— C.Birde, 6/20
“Wait…”
She took my hand.
“Bide with me,
until understanding
grows.”
Silently,
the flowers bloomed
and held
their perfumed
breath.
— C.Birde, 5/20
White-footed
meets
white foot
in size seven
garden shoe.
Furred meets
furless.
Warmth to
trembling,
whiskered
warmth.
Sustained,
untrained
diaphragmatic
“E” .
Instinctive —
achievement
of breath.
No scorpions
here.
All the same,
shake out
your boots.
— C.Birde, 5/20
These lush
green days
damp and cool
and stitched
with bird song
strewn like gifts
unwrapped
petals scattered
everywhere
white
chartreuse
careless pink
one thing
to do —
Thank you
thank you.
— C.Birde, 5/20
An offering
of self
in blue-eyed
stare –
wholly
h o l y.
A world
all its
own.
Nothing more,
nothing
l
e
s
s.
— C.Birde, 5/20
Walk with me
Our faces tilted
up and beaming
catching light &
Truth
free of the dawn
of personal desire
Flash of Oriel’s
tangerine breast
Red-winged
blackbird’s trill falls
from the dead tree’s
totem
Grasses sigh and,
blue-eyed,
stare
Walk with me,
two yards between,
our footsteps
praising earth
water
air
Frame of reference —
Truth cares not
Precludes
Includes
Remains.
— C.Birde, 5/20
She wore
a dress
of antique
pink
&
sang
to the fragrant,
f
a
l
l
i
n
g
rain.
— C.Birde, 5/20
Six weeks.
Broken
dishwasher.
No call
placed.
Each day,
each night –
hands sunk
wrist-deep.
Sloshing hot
suds,
Honey-suckle
scented.
Plates,
utensils,
cups,
hands –
all washed
clean.
No need
to count
twenty.
— C.Birde, 5/20
“Unfold your
origami
heart…
Call my name;
I will hear…”
She smiled
in cherry blossoms,
in rain-soaked,
attentive
air.
“Even if you
w h i s p e r.”
— C.Birde, 5/20
Let
the rain
fall softly
soft
perfumed
mist of lilacs
hyacinths
anoint light-
sealed eyelids
that recall
call
to mind fabled
Edens lost &
painless-
ness.
— C.Birde, 4/20