Was What I Heard A Bird?
Able to see with a transformed eye
miracles, which come alive and die;
connections in quotidian lives
through which the imagination strives.
This energy; this magnetism
carry our awe and wonder with’em.
Nothing more important than delight
connecting all the world tonight.
Why does this insist on its rhyming
like stair steps we keep on climbing?
and is love the magnificent glue
which makes all of the miracles be true?
I heard the sound of a distant bird.
It may be the voices of gods i heard.

Walt Abbott–8-16-08