Three

Three

I have you, I have you, in your perfection
& you have me.
Your umbrella-bones reach across—
Your feathers sing on my shoulder blade, my wing.
A trinity to follow, escort, & remind me:
Soaring, searching, & wild—
Into my classroom, my bedroom, on unpaved roads
Or marble steps. A picture of who I am: the sand
In my hair. Of three I once knew, & three I know now—
The way the wind sweeps from the sea, seeking
& bathing the whole of me. A moment of flight,
An eternity. A body of skin for this world: a shadow
Of a pearl in Love’s extended hand. A compass
Always pointing toward the cliff's edge: for vistas
Of orange sunsets, wide sunrises: a life with no regret.