Thinking of loss. Lord God Birds and deep wood shadow. Ivory bill mirrored on black water. Double rap knocks that no one answers. Clinging to chance.
Wanting wheeling, whirling squawking flocks of green and gold to be more than the imagining. Somewhere sleeping tick-tight in ancient cypress ark to explode from the swamp hollow with morning's first light. I am spinning final flights in my dreams. Desiring what cannot be had. Wishing for what cannot be. Hoping for impossibilities.
©2012 J. Drew Lanham
* portrait of ivory-billed woodpeckers by Guy Coheleach and in my personal collection.