My perch beside the window ledge
my mind leans out
comforted by the drizzle on roof
next to me, I open the window
it does not touch me, the rain
the rain comforting solitude and
a bird arrives, bidden by my love
of this view, it’s raining she peeps
it is raining I answer, does it bother you?
There’s guttering on the veranda roof
that collects
what the rain forgets.
It is a bath of exaggerated longing
for a bird, the loyalty in her pleasure who,
holding her breath, chest forward, dips and
dips like an early morning river
that portends a village’s entire existence
for cleansing and collecting and
carrying to the other side
of life. And a man, earlier than the rest
splashes great sprays of water over himself
over himself, his long hair flicking back
like a bird’s
wing dispelling water into the air
My finest observation of your small immaculate life
Earth, water and air are all your elements, it is not
your destiny to live in the fire
of my domestic yard mind
for that would surely stop your heart
from knowing how to fly or bath or sing or leave
(is that you falling from the sky?)
Tags: 2010, beauty, birds, landscape, observations, paekakariki
