The Blackbird

World Word 
by Eamon Brennan

... there goes the sudden shriek of the blackbird...
all alive inside the in-human breadth pattern 
of the wind trawling ever last leaf and blade 
of grass and flinging rain like velvet peoples
on to the skylight: nothing but parables
in every bristling inch, of the out-of-sight
unspoken never-to-be known pure sense-
startling untranslatable there of the world
as we find.

Happy Easter!
May the world as you find it
be blessed.

*Blackbird and photo:
by Faith King.