Friday, February 26, 2010

Faith is the bird.


Fighting for morning,
staging first breaths to be heard;
movement speaking before songs
open, swallowing the darkness.

Creatures confident of their place and timing,
weaving the day's timbre;
distantly, a voice begins the promise,
this daily baptism.

I alone the audience
as half-light parquets doubtful prayers.

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