Uncanny

A nurse can nanny. Uncanny canary.

Halt the arpeggio of song spree.

For brevity of a breathless somersault. 

I’m lodged in a vault of my own making.

Wild window plush with a view beyond you.

I listen to minnows weave through fluid 

underpass. Their path a gray blue clarity.

Who will care for me, bring a symphony 

to perform and pass the course, a cage.

At this age, a violet a royal hue.

Hear invisible wind thin the fronds

of fact intact as I have deemed them

bracken. Should I taste that tall muscular

feat of nature? Freeze frame its otherness?

We are all one nest, vested in threads

rising singly from rhizomes to form a bed.