Once unseen, once lifted
“And ungraspable multitudes swarm, come together
in the crinkles of tree bark, in the telescope’s eye,”
. (Czeslaw Milosz)
What veil is lifted when we first see
love,
not as a gift – or worse: A prize
but as a play of light, catching or
caught
on the wings of a bird that has
no knowledge of ideas or
destiny.
Not even thought of flight:
Just flight – for
now:
Just flight.