Border

all that I will ever know
all the stars I will ever see
all the poems I will ever write
all – I will ever be
is finite;
life draws a small, irregular border
around me:
here, this is your garden
now flutter your wings
now create your chaos
within it

some things, though, have a vastness
the universe struggles to contain them
you think you understand how they
push past the lines
how they reach beyond
but you can’t know it
sometimes you can’t see it

except maybe one morning, early,
when the dew is still ripe on leaves
you are walking in your little garden
and you think you see something move
some light pulse
something alighting on a branch near you
and you turn and see it
fresh morning catch in its beak still writhing
just a bird, hungry, on a branch
the sun behind it
the sky behind it
a definitive frame
and you turn and see it
and for one moment
it looks down
and it sees you
it sees through you

and the frame collapses
and the lines vanish
wings flutter: bird wings,
angel wings, soul wings,
the garden is endless
the chaos is endless
and for one moment
so are you

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