Birdsong (an interlude)

Birdsong
(an interlude)

It was by chance that we had met
Although, perhaps, it may have been at the wrong point in time -our encounter seeming more like 2 random guests sharing a stay in some hotel or motel, pausing only to say hello or good morning.
Strangely, there was more substance to our acquaintance -
Shared ideas;
A rare glimpse into each other’s soul;
A brushing of fingers which slightly interlock (they fit perfectly);
A gentle kiss and soft caress;
A momentary explosion of passion...
However brief, it was more meaningful than any connection in all my lives.
The cuckoo has since abandoned its nest.
The grass now appears seemingly greener;
The sky, more blue;
The robin’s song more sweet and melodious.
But would you walk away from your relative comfort if I asked - would you cast off old ideas for the beautiful chaos of the unknown?
No, it would never be more than 2 wanderers languidly passing in the night.
Still, I hear the loon hooting and wailing; ever amending its haunting yodel.
Mockingly, he calls out your name
Attempting to avenge the circumstance which stabbed the strangers
Recoiling from temptation
Concealed in dimly lit recesses
Inspired with new hope
Ever rejoicing with grateful sadness.

C. William Carroll