There never Was A Bird
There never was a bird—in that cage.
Whitewashed for company who never visit.
Never muss the unsoiled perch.
Never give a feather to the edge of the snipped wire.
Never enjoy the hole and its ocean view.
It is what it can be. It is an object
With a title. It is a prince among princes.
It is a cenotaph for soaring souls that fear delight.
It is a third image of the blue peninsula.
It is ekphrasis redux. It is connected to this by this.
It is for this that I am.
Her words were heavenly enough to name that cage.
If I could—I would pin together the feathery paper scraps
Left behind—to build the poem named Object, Untitled.
From the book Chatter In The Canopy, Poems by Jeff Roberts; Drawings by Dick Roberts and Doug Heinlein, © 2008 Jeff Roberts, Booksurge, Charleston SC, ISBN-10: 1439214816; ISBN-13: 978-1439214817; LCCN: 2008909362. Available from Etsy.com & amazon.com