Coming to Light

Transition to transpire

An evocation coming

Coming higher and

Yet higher

A song, a bird

A bird, a song

Who makes for splitting

Hairs?

Who cares?

A bird, a song

A steeple spire

A church across

The street and

Aiming higher

For all the tensions

Of earthly life

The strife

The lines outside

My window, his, actually,

Of human beings

Waiting for a meal.

4/2/2009