BirdBath only this matters: this ecstatic baptism this standing on stick- thin legs where the singing creek pools at the lip of the waterfall only this ruby-feathered chest diving to meet its reflection this beak piercing again and again that quivering surface, these wings half- unfolding, a ruffle of joy guiding rivers of light a tumble of droplets dressed in rainbows along your hidden spine shattering all decorum beneath blue branches in quiet assent . . . from: And Now The Story Lives Inside You |