The Kettle Conundrum
Posted: 18 May 2015, 11:49
only birds understand
the blunt-beaked guilt of a kettle,
listen to its shrillness,
and know that it cannot enumerate wings.
but the kettle understands
that its very presence allows water
not a moment of peace,
wings or not.
that’s why kettles in my verse
tend to lie face down in brown thicket
or black swamps,
while a bird flying from page 7 to 13
fills forests in-between.
the blunt-beaked guilt of a kettle,
listen to its shrillness,
and know that it cannot enumerate wings.
but the kettle understands
that its very presence allows water
not a moment of peace,
wings or not.
that’s why kettles in my verse
tend to lie face down in brown thicket
or black swamps,
while a bird flying from page 7 to 13
fills forests in-between.