"Beyond is a brightness I am not equal to"

Beyond is a brightness
I am not equal to

Yet what I see
Turns into what I want

And to bring nothing but this body
To pass through

The one thing between
Myself and what I crave,

Almost done, the world a ruin
Of leaves, winter at the throat,

My song over and over until
So familiar I can do

What I am about to do


From "Bird at the Window" by Sophie Cabot Black. Read the complete poem here.

Song, Copyright ©2012 by Billy Renkl. Used with permission. All rights reserved.