Two Ospreys - July 8, 2021

wheel

in interlocking circles

bent-winged shadows

x-ing the treetops

above a stick-pile nest

two tangled feet high

four twisted feet wide

their calls lean to

the wailing side

of crying

I watch an old lady sitting alone

slide down her wheelchair

splay her legs wide

heels on the ground

arms hanging down

as she bathes in the

spring sun

I hope she’s watching this courtship

the purest sounds of one life

another life can hear

because at midnight

we all become just black shapes

stargazing at a black sky