Blessing Birds

Arising one
whole and golden
from blue woven horizon

I run, aching to reach the middle
she is so many, so few miles from me !
becoming the purpose for the sky

an owl swoops and circles my head
silent but for the tingle winged vibration
a dark flame flickering higher

black melts blue
the coyotes are otherworldly
still, my eyes are biting at sleep
the bird song is taking over

angels apologize and give blissful sighs
for the endless genes lurking, preying
in the dark enchanted thicket

singing light strikes waving leaves
matching in size with lacewings
beginning white wire firedance

with care i stare to see

Motion, then stillness
of the feathery bodies, the little lovelies
fleeing the vain falling giant

a vessel which spills a long echo
upon the posture of the night
finding cavernous parts to fill

eddies intricate further
the patterns into renewal ponds
let the River Compassion flow throughly

through me
i see dawn with
bird’s eyes

Eyes again agape.