Wrens

 

nesting wrens

 

 Wrens,

twa &  

twain

            their

 

twist—ellipsis in mid-air

            insist & dip & instantly

                        lift the ground to sky

                                    a notation’s rise while I

forever dressed in gravity

            fight my ever desiring

                        eye—not envy—no—

                                    not envy—but sudden star-

vation the invisible

            itch, the hitch to the wind

                        they submit—don’t they?

                                    to pitch like they do into

 

the earth and simply

            be resurrected from it entirely

                        whole and blood-filled & tooth

                                    to shoe become a hoop that

 

clouds, the stuff

            of skies, pass through on their way

                        to somewhere and to nowhere

                                    shot free of, briefly, gravity