So what do you plan to do with this wild and precious life?
I plan to keep listening to the whispering
Of the midnight bird’s fluidly pulsing wings
Undulating form, dark and velvet
I long to surge through that texture
On my stomach, softening into the miracle.
With a swoosh, almost imperceptible, a sound like
Blue moon rising at the edge of the world
Is anything more wonderful to imagine
Beyond grasping earth-bound senses,
Than your flight: shape-shifting sheen?
Thicker than water, loved by air’s gusts and streams
A lover’s dance conceived your infrastructure
Bone and sinew and feather, muscular tribute
The story repeating in every moving moment
Watch your words, for they become worlds!
This diversity of beauty
Cannot but be birthed from true love
Coupling beings playing across dimensions
Like songbirds serenading buds into blossom.
I dance your sweep, your cacophony, your mischief
Your laughter, your freedom soar.
I felt the smudge of your wing once
In a journey beyond space-time
Cutting through fantasy and self-deception
Like plumed razors.
2015
The Black Rabbit Diaries 