Dreamtime: Birdman
On a cliff high above the sea
Pitching china cups for tribal shootists.
Upon finishing, walking to the edge
To speak with the elders of these cliff dwellers.
Looking below, a most strange bird was
Ambling with others of his kind.
Introductions were made as my gaze
Fell upon one more strange than
All the others.
His head, all in feathers, spoke with
Authority…averting my gaze so as not to
Appear awkward, I marveled at his command
Of all he surveyed,
Surely, answers to our existence
He understood above all others.
At this moment, I drifted
Back to the present,
Forever changed.
Copyright © James Marshall Goff | Year Posted 2011
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