Sunday, November 04, 2007

Committed To Air


AT NINTH & VAN WINKLE


Who would understand
The satisfaction of
That day the gull
Tipped south
Steered by a north wind away
From whatever was fixed

Light and lacking focus but
Committed to air

Who would understand
The truth of it
But someone arbitrarily reborn
In a stranger's nest

Who would understand
The exhilaration of feathers
Above all the graffiti
Of civilization
Like a soul glimpsed
Leaving the body done


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6 comments:

wendy said...

Really supurb...

It's always there with you. You always bring it.

kimberley said...

"someone arbitrarily reborn
In a stranger's nest" --- especially like this line. Always a pleasure to read here!

chiefbiscuit said...

I just ADORE that poem - I guess you'll know why, and what it reminds me of!
It's truly beautiful - I wish I'd written it. However, it's inspiring me to write my own - which is just as good. :)

Pam said...

"Who would understand
The exhilaration of feathers
Above all the graffiti
Of civilization
Like a soul glimpsed
Leaving the body done"

Extraordinary writing, I am always deeply moved by your words.

paris parfait said...

What a wonderful poem! Just gorgeous writing.

Crafty Green Poet said...

This is lovely, especially 'The exhilaration of feathers/Above all the graffiti/Of civilization'