There are times when I have got nothing to say,
And nobody to share that nothingness with.
The sun hides behind the clouds.
The rain falls, pitter-patter.
There sits a lonely dove on the cable
Awaiting someone.
I fly to that brooding bird
And proclaim,
All the truths she knows already
Again and again,
I speak
Of that feeling,
Of silently sauntering in the shimmering summer sun,
Of a restless retreat over raging rivers on a run
Of tumbling like a torpedo towards the tarmac turf
Of soaring in the sky on a slow, shy surf
Of the festive fervor in foraging for fruit
Of loving lentil left by the lintels to loot
Of picking the perfect twig for a nest
Of the relief in repose, of relishing rest
Of being in love yet being lonely
Of being lonely yet being in love
The curvy cable eavesdrops
On our candid confessions
Coated in collegial camaraderie
The wire weighs down with
the weight of two birds
It hangs low between posts,
As if smiling
The sun shines,
The rainbow smiles back
At the smiling cable
Upside down.
We,
two birds
Fly away,
alone still,
Lifted in spirit
Melded in meaning
Buoyed by
Fleeting flirtations
Of those two
silent,
sinuous
symbolic
smiles.
