Feathered Monks / Poem

May 13, 2018  •  Leave a Comment

I have been photographing these pigeons for many months now. It is only natural I write a poem for them too.

 

Feathered Monks

Yesterday

I put on my wings

went by the window

and flew to the wires

of Edgell and Rt. 9,

 

Aligned myself like a

musical note on a scale

concealing my identity

from the pigeons

 

I saw cars, many cars

faces, thousands of faces

rushing up and down Edgell Rd.

looking down at bright phones

looking sadly at dark skies

going where?

 

The pigeons loved the frenzy

of humans,

found it amusing,

relaxing

until one starts the dance

and the others follow:

circles, spirals, waves

ellipses, up and down

acrobats in the air

 

Only to return

like feathered monks

to their hypnotic states:

quietly, perfectly aligned

like musical notes

on a scale.


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