Dawn Bird's World

Dawn birds debate

on courtships

and nest spots

before sun intrudes its

numbing heat,

while business men in

stiff suits scramble their

polished shoes on

blood diamond steps of the city

I hear this subtle world

calling like pollen to bees

on honey suckle bed sheets

I see more truth upon

the rounded shells jostling

between the energies of sea and sand,

than the hand shakes of kings and 

blood signed papers of treaties 

Sweet nightly chirps

of spring-fancied crickets

swivel into the darkness while we sleep,

overriding waves of cars, mad on fast streets

My heart aches to be cradled

in that simple world

where tea steam evades the cup

where owls wait with mice-breath intent

and turtles trust currents of travel

....except i can't speak that language

and dying are the ones that do.