*

sitting

hushed – heat isn’t the cause

 .

willfully watchful of this silence

pregnant of barely perceptible sounds

.

the sky one solid color

 .

velvety wings moving

producing no noise they found

no obstacle

 .

not even the hamming birds

make noise I rest at last

 .

desire raises

 .

not to move

ever abiding surveilling

the light severing the valleys

when it falls

.

.