“Route 75 Traffic” — C.Birde, 2/20
Traffic bisected
the grassland’s
patchwork
in ceaseless tide.
“Only humans,”
she observed,
“will admire
a thing
to its
utter
unmaking.”
— C.Birde, 2/20
“Light Shaft (Corkscrew Swamp Sanctuary)” — C.Birde, 2/20
“Course” — C.Birde, 2/20
“Stop crying –”
O, tears,
disobedient .
“— or I’ll give you
a reason
to cry.”
O, reasons,
manifold,
variable,
unpredictable.
Action begets
reaction;
effect follows
cause.
The river –
dammed,
diverted,
disguised.
Feel
the tears’
slow prick
and glide…
Retreat.
Turn away,
turn
aside.
— C.Birde, 2/20
“Hope” — C.Birde, 2/20
“Oh, my dear,”
— a caress
of voice;
tender,
sympathetic —
“when life most hurts,
it is imperative
to seek
j
o
y.”
— C.Birde, 2/20
“Cipher” — C.Birde, 2/20
We rode the air
on dark wings
glittering —
a hundred pair
(Once, we numbered
thousands)
tried,
with each beating
stroke
and the rust
of our throats
(“O, hear us,
O, listen…”)
We skirled
and soughed through
the bone-bare trees
and cried in a voice of
calamity:
“Beware!
Our cipher,
our patterns, heed.
Beware!”
Your heads
never
lifted.
— C.Birde, 2/20
“One” — C.Birde, 2/20
“Conscience” — C.Birde, 2/20
She wore
her conscience
like a mist —
draped softly
about her,
touching all
she said
&
did.
— C.Birde, 2/20
“Hedged” — C.Birde, 1/20
“Is it meant,”
he frowned,
“to protect or confine?”
She met his eye,
expressionless;
did not immediately
respond.
“That depends…”
she observed,
“entirely
on expectation,
perspective,
on which side
one finds
one’s
s
e
l
f.“
— C.Birde, 1/20
“InSight” — C.Birde, 1/20
Drawing eyes,
inviting the gaze
of others
to look,
to judge,
to measure;
to see through
(without fear)
to the essence
of Truth
tucked deep
within
the eyes’ “I”.
To be seen,
and so,
set
free.
— C.Birde, 1/20
