A moment of unknowing
I find my way to the bed
and slowly nest myself between the sheets
careful not to awaken her sleep.
Perhaps she dreams far from me
with people and places known and
unknown surfacing from depths
hidden behind the closed eyes of night
Who is she now, this wife I know?
And the goose goes
Overhead. The sound of wings
the beat of a throat throwing out
notes of travel to where none know.
In the hedge a scimitar red in sunbird head
cuts open the eye the air the ear,
silence giving birth to sound.
I like these two poems. The second is something familiar – the first part anyway – and your words capture the experience very well.
lovely