In Appearance Only

an attentive bobbing
in the bush
craning from side to side
from every angle
being wholly in the world
nervous in appearance only
it did not understand my purpose
and i had not the language
with which to tell it
there was no threat
as it flew away
and i was left to love it
for its caution

flying away from ourselves
without the language
to communicate our purpose
all too often a threat
… in appearance only
and we are left
to love each other
from a distance
across a great
and - all too often - tragic divide