Bird, sitting on a branch,

looking at me with a turn of the head,

what do you know of life and death?

 

With the coming of each day,

and the sun strong on your horizon,

there is for you just this time of living.

 

And I am looking at you, envious

of your delight that this is all there is,

and so you flit to another branch spying

the ground for that which is not given.

 

Bird, you see further than I do, but

we both cannot see more than now,

as you join me in a stare that is life itself.

 

21/11/2025