Tag: Varsity of Columbia

The impulsive flashes of a birdwatcher
Fills the birder’s ears with fluttering twitters.
Her chattering words
Begin to utter her vision.
The body is illuminated with the avian soul --

Longing to fly,
To be one among them, and
Discovering the façade of being
In yet another life for a moment.

Loud cheerful cackles flash
In amusing oddity.

The desperation for a shot from a proficient vantage
Is jolted when the subject moves hither and thither.

The birder’s wary eyes glow again and again, in other moments,
As though virtually seeing
From the bird’s perspective,
And gulps all the loud cravings
In a draught; shunning aside prudery
For creatures of sky leave in a tearing hurry.

Roaming around trivial flats on the hillside,
A piece of wet monsoon land dotted with scanty shrubberies,
The birder begins his ferreting, suspicious
Following bit by bit the hunch, the hope
To shoot avian frolic.

Experiencing the euphoria of spirit,
Yet wary of achieving some corporeal trance,
The birdwatcher turns back
And we begin going hand in hand
Into the midnight of a garden of virtuality.

The virtuality vanishes, assigning us
To discover the original clay in each of us.