THE BIRD
It would seem
— as so often chased
by science
and refuted by myth —
that few things
(or perhaps no things)
are infinite
but you, me,
and language makes three
(and that really
must be enough);
for a bottled message need
only be heard once
(said once)
(felt once)
to brush against that
gaping breadth
we sometimes call eternity
so though you may
hear no echo,
speak loudly
(and often) —
there is no shame in
being the bird who fought
the sky and lost
(we all attempt it
someday)