Whenever she says she does
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Here is one of the poems which I wrote back in March. I’m about to start writing again. This one stirred me to the page again, and it brought to mind the golden eagles I wrote about in the last post to the blog. The birds in this poem were flying in a massive flock around a railway station as I stood on the platform waiting for a train to arrive:
Whenever she says she does she does
But the light never shines above her head
The way it should – like a veil
I watch the birds, 1028 of them, fly overhead
Like one organism, flexing and changing shape
Creating a mass of darkness in a blue sky surround
The sense of menace is as real as
The sense of plenty that sometimes comes through
Just when I worry about things too much
When the light shines above my own head
I can sometimes pull it down and through
Then the warmth of it all is palpable
Here comes the birds organism again, fifth time around
With each circle of the town, I can feel a little more sense
Understand the way 2056 wings can make a unified sound
Like fingers beating on a microphone as a test –
Pulling patterns together that would be meaningless
Sense, connections, lines between – where the ends meet the means.