This is What I Notice

This is what I notice:
a song I have nev­er heard
from a bird at dusk
by a riv­er I don’t remember.

Bird, dusk, song, river.
Then just riv­er, the choir of stones
keeps the qui­et going
wait­ing for the bird.

You and I at dusk
are also inseparable.
You lean down to touch
the face of the fern 

beau­ti­ful as your own
lean down to listen
for the bird
still there by the river. 

The bird sings less and less
as the quiet
that is always waiting
that is always dusk

grows down inside us
leans down inside us
toward the forest
we will always enter.

Insep­a­ra­ble riv­er and bird.
This is what I notice.
This is the dusk that falls
on the riv­er I don’t remember.

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