Together — An Image

“Wood” — C.Birde, 7/20

“Together,” she sang,

  “Always together. 

Regardless of where we stand.

  We walk together.

Hearts. Thoughts.

Hands forever at work.

Each act and choice and step

a kiss, a bruise pressed

to this precious skin of land.”

— C.Birde, 7/20

Fragments — A Poem

“Fragments” — C.Birde, 7/20

Fragmented

space

time

breath

Fragmented

world

life

self

Collected

slips

scraps

snatches

Collected

lines

threads

words

All,

palm-cupped

heart-fastened

clasped

like

dust

sea-glass

pebbles

cicadas’ spent

shells

Reworked

refashioned in

imperfect

whole.

This tenacity,

this persistence,

this work of

being.

— C.Birde, 7/20

Lydia — A Dream

“Forest Green” — C.Birde, 7/20

Seven months

since last we met.

Five months since…

Since

Yet even in passing glance,

even at distance –

familiar.

Stature & gait;

wave of dark, curled hair;

eclipse of cheek –

familiar.

The shade of dress alone

speaks of difference –

uncharacteristic green

of emeralds,

of deep woods

thickly forested in memory

& being.

A color that suits you,

becomes you.

But…

Away, you stride,

path cleared of obstacles.

Unshackled.

Freed.

And I –

bumped & jostled

by this noisome,

swallowing

crowd –

though I call out,

though frantically,

I wave,

you neither see nor hear;

continue on your

way.

I missed you.

I miss you.

Seven months

since last we met.

Five months since…

Since

— C.Birde, 7/20

Rain — An Image

“Rain” — C.Birde, 7/20

“I am the rain,”

her voice pattered

amongst the leaves,

“slaking & soaking,

praised & cursed.

I am a multitude –

of oceans,

of voices;

raising & eroding.”

She touched my face.

“I accept,”

she hushed,

“your tears.”

— C.Birde, 7/20

Remorse & Redress — A Poem

“Blue Jay” — C.Birde, 7/20

Campanula blue

inverted bloom of

wings and feathers,

earthward pointing,

fluttering

drooping

Each hollow bone

transformed

to ballast,

recast as gravity’s

servant

Trapped,

held fast by stem

of foot,

scarlet beaded,

bleeding

Unintended consequence

Peace, dear fellow creature,

peace

Cease your valiant struggles

and suffer me

(rueful instrument of

your snaring)

to set you

free.

— C.Birde, 7/20

Advice from a Friend — A Poem

“Prayer” — C.Birde, 7/20

Who spoke those words…?

Gently,

gently she insists

it was not her

(though they sound so like

a consolation

she might offer up to soothe

discontented

nerves.)

Sly mystery.

No solution other than

the words themselves.

Expectation versus serenity…

Vice versa.

For mercy’s sake,

for sense of self,

arrange them

properly.

— C.Birde, 7/20

Dance — A Dream

“Dance” — C.Birde, 7/20

We danced.

O, how we danced…

Our bodies lightly pressed

& touching at wrists,

forearms,

elbows,

hips.

We danced

through a room cluttered,

crowded with tables & chairs;

with people

disinterested,

distracted,

curious.

We danced.

His lead so assured,

so easy to follow

that my step

never

f a l t e r e d.

— C.Birde, 7/20

The Lost — A Poem

“Northern Flicker” — C.Birde, 7/20

Things I have lost,

in no particular order:

books & keys & histories;

my halo,

my high horse,

the chip on my shoulder;

pets & friends;

a father, a sister;

my heart,

my head,

my way,

my youth;

sense of self;

an unobstructed view;

faith & trust & confidence;

my grip,

my patience,

my tolerance;

all my defenses &

sense of direction;

I’ve lost count,

lost track,

lost face;

my perspective,

my chances,

my edge.

But of all the things here —

accounted for & overlooked,

irreplaceable or inherent —

I have never lost

your Love,

nor my love

for you.

— C.Birde, 7/20