Come To This Like a Child

Swinging watch of a hypnotist Look into my eyes You’re falling into a deep deep sleep Forget who you are In a red tie I duck out my work backdoor Stop Stare To a baby robin Sways upside down back and forth Suspended before my face In the breeze of a luscious June afternoon Chirps madly for rescue by its mother Leg strung to its nest By a wiry line meant for fishing First flight Plenty of blame to this tragedy I guess you could even tsk tsk the mother Who thread her nest with grass, twigs and hair But also plastic and string Scrapped to our parking lot below I cut the fledgling down with scissors Takes two hands To hold its ruffled orange and brown body He cries His mother screeches from a perch near by This leg is broke and nearly sawed in two I snip the wound line from the worn slice of its leg Creature flops Its wings won’t extend What to do A shadow joins me and says over my shoulder “Ah, nature.” And walks away But I stay Remain in trance Quietly weep with the choir For the Earth we have re-birthed from Saturn and fire.