“Birds small enough...”
Birds small enough to nest in our young cypress
Are physicians to us
They burst from the tree exactly
Where the mind ends and the eye sees
Another world the equal of this one
Though only a small boy naked in the sun
Glad day glad day I was born
Sparrow hatted old New York
And the physician who brought me
Drowned under sail next day in a calm sea
There are birds small enough to live forever
Where the mind ends and where
My love and I once planted a cypress
Which is God to us
Source: Poetry (June 2009)