THE BIRD (2014-2015)

 

It would seem
— as so often chased
by science
and refuted by myth —
that few things
(or perhaps no things)
are infinite

mountains sink back beneath the earth
as oceans recede and dry,
forests whither to shadowed rock
while stars collapse and die —
even the cosmos (that sacred black)
will return to itself one day

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)