In
that place where you would heal
I
found my friend deep in the forest
Knowing
it to be her home
Her
dog loping around
Worrying
a chew toy
The
wind in the trees like a voice
Whispering
annunciation
As
if an angel were to appear
At
any given moment
And
then it did:
We
two deep in conversation
On
subjects of art and film
Suddenly
a honeyeater
Hovering
between us
Like
a sentinel
Wings
furiously flapping
To
keep it stationary
As
it considered its options
A
moment seeming like an hour
Its
beating wings a sweet
Counterpoint
to time's slow creep
Us
transfixed
By
its primal indecision
There
is nothing to eat here
Then
it was gone
Darting
back into the forest
It's
visitation over
Leaving
us to stare at one another
Jaws
agape, lost for words,
Perhaps
for the first time
In
our lives
© shaun
patrick green 2020
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