Black Bird

Sat in a tin shed
looking through stacks & stacks
pondering the spoken word
i raise my eyes
perched on gum branches
a shadow
vantablack
lazy leaves drape & obscure your corporeal face
i strain from my spot
to try & glimpse you
to try & truly see you
who are you? i say
then
mimicking my movement
you strain & arch your neck
to peer at me, possibly
with the same fascination?
Ochre eye, piercing
meets mine
i hold your gaze
& for a moment
highway lanes fade & silence ensues
raven guide visiting the ravenous
the ravenous relinquishing defensive systems to seek the wingless flight.