The bird says, “Wait and see.”
Today a new voice vibrates,
just a clumsy flightless fledgling.
This shaking voice,
soon to shake the universe
out of its cubicles and cells,
curls in the beauty of a seed
sown among the crowd
in someone else’s field.
This voice cracks
while its tall true self
cracks its little lying shell.
While singers flaunt their full-grown breakable sermons,
it trembles as it was told to.
But beware the seed
of the tree
and of the bird
whose shatterproof sermon says…
wait and see.
