Swallow
~RP Dickey
No one can touch him, no one
Compare with the subtleties
In air he negotiates
for fun friskily or food
With precision. he plummets
(After flipping) flush down. no
Indecision inhibits
Laughter ripping through free space.
Flush down and back up, quick as,
Quicker than, fluttering bugs,
Rushing on elusive air,
Wallwing -- flick! -- the insect
Intersects with a sudden
Swallow throat open for flash
Entrances. he quivers and soars
With delicate split-tail spirit.
No one can touch him, no one
Bird in love's necessity
Heard of by man can equal
The grace of his mobile
beauty, his capricious dips
Into fluidities of time, where
Duty and defiance are one animal,
Instant intricate, in love, where
Fear and desire are one.
No one. |
