Storm Bird Poem by Emmanuel George Cefai

The storm bird
On the look out
It roams and wanders
Free in its body
But
The brain thinks
Always of
The
Coming storm.
Moment after moment
Make up the moments
That in ever-increase grow
Larger and larger
Yet in one whole
The storm bird takes them.
The storm bird
Has holidays:
But never a day in
Any year
But always
In the same day
The brain there to rest
A moment of joy
Moment of beauty
Then
Continues the humdrum of life
Wonder of beauty.