The Greatest Things

I had a bird’s beak
in wood and willow
breathing into to tiny nostrils
flying circles
moments of shade between wide eyes
in shining sun light 

oh, the time spent,
hollow bones and hearts
beating with the sound of gravel

rushing blood
a ragged wingspan’s age flew far
far in the distance

and we were timeless
—saw time in seasons
fools born from our far perspective
so how we wasted every morning
as a fable
and the hope there of