“…without a bird…”…“More,” my poem

to kiss the eye…

No one of the ancients

could have imagined this space,

this high empty shell

that interrupts the sky

without a bird to swoon and sigh,

this inside place

that feels so wide,

with more of space than shape,

with more of stretch

and more of up

than edge or end.

This court was built

to kiss the eye

and swallow sound,

it pulls the senses off their rails,

there is less of small,

and more of reach,

it conjures birds to nudge still air.

Atrium of Saint Vincent Hospital

Worcester, MA

June 1, 2018

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