Passing revelations

(Dedicated, paradoxically, to one who believes and belongs…)

You wouldn’t believe it, and perhaps you wouldn’t want it
- this quietude that belongs to the birds and that possesses me
with the absolute, soft intimacy of moments of down and of slow wings.

You wouldn’t believe it, and perhaps you wouldn’t consider it
- this flight suspended between a wandering sun
and passing trills along one more day like a furrow.

You wouldn’t believe them, even if you sought them
- those seeds that have fed dreams, many dreams, ravenous
and open; and that, from the beak, fell upon and into many more
furrows, like days.

You wouldn’t find it, even if you believed it
- this orchard of many trees germinated
in the absolute, soft intimacy of moments like this;

Of a quietude in which, perhaps, you would never belong
- but that possesses me, like one more bird;

That I could, perhaps, reveal to you, revealing myself
in down and in slow wings…

… But you wouldn’t believe it.

© 2007 Alexandra* ~ OneLight*®