Mar 06, 2007 03:04
An Extraordinary Adventure
It was difficult to hear the harsh cawing
of the Jacamar; a wave clapping is a kind
of applause. The bronze breast expanded.
After we went up into the trees I gave you
a memorable gift, the type that swings from
branches.
The bee-eaters defeated us. We made it home
with barely any song left in our small lungs
(but we had the right idea).
I woke up all bloody as if fallen from a womb.
She got her power, you reminded me,
the landscape was very much alive.
With the window swung open all we heard was
the sound of a flock warning, Go, go, go.