Ah, sky, would that I had been there high
to see my dear rara avis flutter
to look deep into her beautiful eyes
to feel light her silky feathers
to hear closely her mellow chant
to smell full her sweet scent
or even to fly in her endearing adjacent
but I don't have wings like she does
and if I do I don't have nerve like she does
and if I do I don't belong to her class
Ah, sky, would that I could draw thee nigh
as low and narrow as I could defy the laws
so that she might not make flight
higher and farther than my sight
so that she might be nearer
and I might catch and cage her
Ah, sky, but even if thou fall thereby
even if she gets near and nearer
I have no cage decent enough for her
and I don't know into whose cage
she will condescend to descend
but even if she should descend
and stay in some other cage
I still would wish her well
and bid my good farewell
Oh bird, you have got my deeps stirred
by your flying thus far and distant
travelling for places weird
albeit a visitant
Oh bird, what have got you spurred, aren't you tired?
what are you seeking for, haven't you had many an explore?
soaring hither and thither have you been, so low making me feel
many and varied have you seen, so little rendering my zeal
on everything are you keen, so unreal turning my ideal
could it be that you have erred, so long leaving your herd
could it be that you have been lured, so hazy having your vision blurred
Oh bird, when shall I get any word
that you will end your voyage
and come down and remain
in some or other cage
so that I may cease waiting
in my wishful thinking
and be rid of this hopeful pain
and nevermore worried
Ah, sky, could it be that in thine eyes
it is I who have put myself in a cage
and can't reach her low flying by
or rather that I'm too shy
to take her into my life stage
and put her in a binding tie
feeling myself earthly low
whenever she up shows
Ah, sky, hearken this my cry:
to thine care I entrust her case,
wherever she wishes let her fly,
to her should thou always attend
until she decides to stop and descend
whenever it be and into whoseever place;
Ah, yes, sky, be my spy and ally
in thine infinite space and base
guard her against any harm of sunburst, windchill, rainpour, or storm
shade her frame with thy cloud when sun shines too proud
cover her flanks with thy fold when she gets cold
support her wings with thy breeze when she seems to freeze
guide her bearings with thy stars when she gets lost far
catch her feet with thy haul when she's to fall
hold her stance when she's off balance
give her thy tow when she's hovering aimless
show her thy rainbow when she is lingering listless
refresh her body with thy splash when she is faded
respark her soul with thy flash when she is wearied
protect her with thy host of forces when any predator nigh comes
find her an equal mate of thy choice when she looks lonesome
Ah, sky, would that thou could let me have a try
and shown her the way whereby
to my side she should come,
for we together to come;
here in me let her seek refuge
when she finds no cage
here for me be the apple of my eye
when she sees none on to rely
Ah, sky, between thou and I,
let her take a place and stand by
and be thy clue coming true
that thou blew into my inners blue
on that eleventh day of the third month
before my thirty-eighth sun
Oh bird, would that I had been the third
between you and sky, the he, the one, the choosed
I would have invited you to take a rest and come to my place
and seen you vis-a-vis, O my rara avis
YOU ARE READING
Ralinsha
Non-FictionIt started on the eleventh day of the third moon, the day before my thirty-eighth sun, this year. Having seen her on the box days or weeks earlier, it occured to me that particular day to write a poem about her, not knowing whence and how the fancy...