The Backward Look (For D.B.)

THE BACKWARD LOOK (for D.B.) The blackbird leaves me a note pinned to the sky that blue beyond blue the tide of the moment turning turning. Time like apple blossom falling through my mind the little boy unable to believe that this day is not made of forever and only now I walk back through my self to unpin the note the blackbird wrote with his voice still pinned to that self same sky. The blue so still beyond even its self. I, at last, able to read the birds words its language a secret no longer to me 'I sing...' it says '...I sing! ' 'Because all this must die! ' 'I sing the moment's tide its turning always turning! ' It's throat full of song glorying in being alive for this one eternal moment.