Tucson Bird

Who did build this silken nest On this prickly mountain plant Swaying in the vagrant winds On this Tucson canyon ridge? Architect of wilderness! Am told you don’t return home Till after the sun has gone By when canyon trips are closed Google searches failed to tell Who could such a home belong You a trogon, towhee, finch Warbler, redstart, humming bird? With stripes on a fluffy chest Picked from rainbows at sunset? Do you have a crown on head Wagging tail of golden plumes? Are your eyes mascara-lined Black and dark by new moon night? Are they of a crimson tone Shaded bright by blushful dawn? Don’t you sing like nightingales? Do you trill and thrill the hills? Unknown friend of earth and sky Sweet conjecture all this mine I can see you deep in nest Eyes in rest with head in chest Lighted by the lady moon Fumbling with her starry gown Is that so my little friend Haven’t you drunk the world too in Starry expanse, nest and moon Wind and night and everything? When you sleep the world does cease It nests in you one with you Why does then a fool like me Indulge in a guessing game? Why I ponder how you look When I too am within you One with you and never apart Myself am the bird you are? Made of rapture full of song Rainbow wings to soar aloft To boundless freedom at last Where time and space stand aghast