a bird lands

a lifting,
the sudden brightening
of the sky
out my window
and i look up. A crisscross
of journeys kiss
the bent horizon
on high.
They spend their trail, exhausts
slump and expire one
into the other as
i look for you
up out
there
a bird lands
pure dark
in this lit light
it struts
the biological stuff
to its mate
yet i look up
at the contrails easing to white
and wonder
where you might be
this night
for instance