Post 231: heart, soul, horizon, poetry, painting

by Carol Bass



all the birds of the world
migrating today on the beach
bluebird on each sea oat, every fence post
flaunting their dark cerulean, sapphire satin shining blue
grandest foreplay, joyful performance

remembering our own wildest plays
tearing of slips
ripping of shirts
licking of lips
of eyelids and lumps
on sofas, near hearths, on moss
on sand and dirt
truck seats, mountaintops,
Italian trains and ferries

such commotion solely for moving civilization forward
dawn today we marvel
this gift of cedar waxwings
hundreds flocking filling the tree
by our quiet kitchen window