Page 28 - Vol. VI #1

19
All This Time
It is true what you’ve said
about the birds They have gone
invisible into winter not south just bowed
down in prayer for lighter air
Some mornings everything becomes apparent icicles turn from rain to rivers
When the ground unfreezes they rise from their secret
places rebuild the nests they abandoned late fall
It is true what you say that all this time they have been here
At dusk bald eagles prey on city sculptures
You are so right If we listen to the stillness of winter
we can still hear the birds
dinA elenBoGen