Avian Photography

bird captured by air
branch genuflects to
that moment when wing
becomes noun,

adverb not quite
touching earth, though expecting
to alight in the middle

of conversations concerning
folded sheets waiting for
bodies and heat, the miracle
of fantasies. nothing but

death remains still
in time's eddies.

once upon a time the poet
hid himself in music and rhyme,
afraid to come out, come out,
wherever he was–

message smeared with rhythms,
costume obscuring
the concerned heart–
man without answers,
yet alway trying to give
change a jump-start.