Monday, 29 November 2010



After coming down, after

not flying, turning from

a bird into a man

in all realities there was a change

at which moment perspectives

slid like glass doors or

the opening brass tubes of a

telescope and in that action

I was at once bound to earth

and free to soar.

The bird dreamed it was human,

could not lift clear, drift out

across the city roofs and blue sea;

but that was a dream and

the shell is not yet broken.

The bird is waiting.