Poem for my Invisible Bird

Written in response to (my favorite poet) Craig Arnold's poem titled "Bird Understander."

Poem for my Invisible Bird

You are the invisible bird who quiets

when the sound of my heavy footsteps

distort what it means to master

and your thoughts are noiseless in the

canopies where I thought you’d slept but

I’ve never had an ear for the honest

so I cannot be sure

I remember the depth of your feathers

emerald indigo          rippling scarlet

gold that shimmers liquid silver

I can tell you some things:

I still dream deeply in melancholy indigo

in our cold blue china bowl             leaning with

my hot face against the glacial walls

and my eyes were never as full

as yours          never quite as precise

in pointlessness or discipline

in wondering how it felt to fly home

I can ask you some things:

How can I know where to find the songs

you pulled into your chest when you dove

to the bottom of earth

will my footsteps yield

and what side of the bowl

should I crawl to next

dive into next

to find you

*For Craig Arnold

Reviews

[Sami Khalil]

A great tribute poem with lovely imagery...Bravo...................