There Hides a Bird
She is beautiful beyond words
and sings a great song of joy.
Without waiting, sizzling light moves.
It becomes clear. She opens a door
and steps back with a cry of delight.
The moon comes out and rides
from cloud to cloud, triumphant.
As she steps back, she places
her hand to her breast where
there hides a bird.
That bird is the storehouse of her strength.