The blind birdwatcher sits still
listening intently to the avian chorus
recalling vividly in his mind's eye
the colours and shapes that brightened his sky
he identifies them by sound
one by one
with an insight
honed from decades of observation
of their flight and feathers
but now their songs
fill completely his unfocused eyes
he sees them with a clarity
that those too busy to bother can't even imagine
Striking image.
ReplyDeleteIt's an interesting grace note, how after the unhurried, self-paced observations of the first two stanzas and beginning the third - the final line's rush of syllables comes in. I was perplexed by it at first, or rather - nonplussed. But really, the way it echoes the business (busy-ness) of the unimaginative unbothered is quite neat!
Thank you.
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