La Gaverie, St Germain sur Ay, par Lessay [Normandy]
little bird
you, little bird who measures out time in swoops, dives, chattering and song that fills the space in which we both belong, in which I heard
none of the pain - it is the song which you and I rehearse and improvise each virgined day, we bring it on and on again to nullify the truth - that emerging from this clay we are the same
dulled molecules of dust - rehearse this scene again - do not disturb the tramp asleep, nor restless muse who races dawn in creative urgent lust vaingloriously to lose the sense of noun or verb -
your soulful song and my manufactured phrase come and go and multiply - the same dulled molecules make our days: for you to fly, for me to sigh - we do not stay for long -
you, little bird whistling in the wind whilst I temper time’s mortal coil with sweet music of the mind - in the final silence no song is heard your song and mine mix their atoms in the soil