Part VI

It’s never over,
conflict –
the war fought between mind
and action;
a bird flutters helplessly
near a puddle,
should he drink before he tries to fly,
or die?
should he release his spirit to the open sky?

he dips his beak into the puddle,
the little pond of water,
a saucer of water –
a cat now lurks near his sanctuary,
suddenly his weakness becomes his final battle;
the feline approaches – crouched – slowly stepping
towards the bird;
the consuming and raging war of the poetics,
proliferates…

– Michellia D. Wilson 8/23/14 1:00 PM