Magpie

Nocturne No. 13

Do I become the magpie when
I take its feather from the ground?
And if I claim it as my own
may chance be called no accident?

So lost in thought and form, I see you
emerging out of our early days
confessing in the half-light voice
‘I don’t just want you, I want to be you…’

I swear to God, I felt the same—
a meeting as mysterious
as birds’ endeavours to possess
enchanting things they’ll never name