That's a Desert Wheatear
Jane said
watching the bird
fly overhead.
We lay on our backs
in the field
watching the blue sky.
Not seen one
for ages
she added.
I breathed in
her apple
and fresh air scent.
How do you
remember all these birds?
I said
turning to gaze at her.
I studied Daddy's books
on birds since
I could first read
she said.
We gazed at each other
her eyes were dark
and sparkled
in the sunshine.
I only knew sparrows
and pigeons in London
I said.
Poor you Benny
not being able to see
what I see every day
and more
she said.
I sensed
my heart pounding
I felt at that
moment so alive
I could burst.
She looked back
at the sky.
I glanced
at her features
her dark hair
the fine jawline
the pinkish lips.
I wished to kiss
as I had
a few days before
but I turned
and gazed at the sky.
Clouds drifted by
white and evolving
into shapes
one by one.
Her hand lay by mine
she touched my hand
with a finger gently.
I touched her finger
surrounded it
with my hand
and held it loosely.
There it goes again
she said
pointing with a finger
of her other hand.
I watched it fly over
the tall grass and away.
I held her finger
and sensed
the warmness
filling me.
I wanted to lay
there with her
forever or
for all eternity.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Terry, I have a poem called Remembering Walt on poemhunter, that could be a twin to this one. How the simplest touch, the most delicate memory can stay with us forever. Thanks for the glimpse! Marianne Reninger