Invisible Birds

Sun
The sun orange in a yellow
Orange sky, the sky
Swelling and fading to the light.
The faceless day
Resists time. . Time as it exists
In space, motionless and pale
Against blue bones, cold
In unyielding flesh, the softness

Almost shivers. The coy spring
deceives and retreats well into April.
It is late May. What should be gone
Lingers like one lost. I am leading
No one through the desert, though

I cry like Jesus Christ, I ache
Like Moses, and I sigh
Like water.