Monday, May 11, 2015

Bird Brained (#PoetryMonday *)

1.

God is a magician.

I watched birds in a tree while waiting for you.
There were four of them.

One flew away and turned into a dozen,
Like leaves blowing free of bare branches.

Three remained huddled in the cold.
Chirping pods on an empty tree.

Some sort of strange math or magic I guess.

I'm not good at math.
But I love real magic.


And then you appeared!

 

2.

If I were a bird, I think,
I would always seek out the top of the tree
The highest point from which to see
Everything.
               Although,
Perhaps,
If, instead, my human brain
Were reduced to a bird's
My thinking would alter.
And instead of seeking the place where I would be exposed
To the eyes of the invisible hawk circling somewhere up there
My feathered thoughts and smaller wisdom would drive me
To seek lower branches deeper in the tree,
Protected. Somewhat.
But always seen by God.






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I like to watch birds. They are fascinating.
What about you? When you look at birds, what do you think about? Do you see any biblical allusions in this poem? Please share your thoughts in the comments section.

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