Sunday, 8 April 2018

Entanglement, a Poem for Poetry Month 2018

Sycamores, Leslie Spit, Toronto;
Photo by author, Jan 2018


Sustained, bird flight
high over the beach,
the curve of the heart,
the beat of the wing.

Where trees lie wound
against the sky,
grey arms fully bound
with one another, grown.

So that every breeze
will hold them,
trembling together
in a symphony, sing.

Entangled and weathered,
their breathless faces
brushed by clouds,
and careless stars.

Tumult and waves break
upon their lucky embrace,
yet they do not know
how wanton they are.

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