To The Branch From Which The Robin Flew

John Pass
From: Stumbling In The Bloom (Lantzville, BC: Oolichan Books, 2005)

that bore the weight of pulse and trill and is shaking it off

that inhabits its allotted space fully in diminishing doodles

that knew from before the beginning it wouldn't be harking far
after flight and song

that in its tangential rooted inherent stillness uninterruptedly
senses elementals, and is therein expressive
but immune to lamentation

that is the lateral receptiveness of a vertical patient persistence tipped
in nonchalant fall-back from furthest untextured blue

undipped brush
of a painterly attention

at ease in the forest's grey-green foreground
at rest in the tensile essential mist of itself

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