I've been inspired by a trick some colleagues used as the cover reveal for a new book. I hope you're interested in Jigsaw puzzles, because the picture for this poem is here. Happy puzzling. ~~~~~~~~~~ little bird little bird why do you wait what do you see is it a crumb of wisdom that might … Continue reading #Flock 90: waiting (patient)
let us all rise up high to sing a machine gun song chip-chip-chip-chip let the forests ring with our call chip-chip-chip-chip even unseen they will know we are here we are alive the forest . . . this forest is ours chip-chip-chip-chip chip ~
yellow bird little bird there you are here is me I came here to spend time watching you you came here I see you watching me yellow bird this is your place I am here and it is right that you watch me watch me leave ~
you my golden bird gentled to my hand do I own you? are you free? no and no ~ leave golden wonder fly from here from me who would do you no kind of harm at all but break you with love all the same ~
little bird little sparrow so sure are you of the air in micro miniature you are as the swooping hawk I name you kestrel ~
just like the first bird spread wide to feel the currents of the air majesty a flight is a majesty peasant that I am I can only watch with my envy unchecked ~
given wings would you not fly I would I would leap into the nothing faith in my wings faith in the air defy gravity ~
none will pass and none will pass beyond my vigilance I will watch both day and night lest you should test me ramparts manned I walk the walk patrolling do not attempt my name is beak-fast you will feel you will see ~
and the time is now do not hold yourself back in check your time is now ~
it is only time when it is time until then until you know there remains this ~
