Blackbird, or, The Path of Least Resistance

Another mildly existential poem. I walked in the rain one day, alone, and to my left a blackbird flew against the wind. She was standing still...

 

Once –

in the rain –

            contemplatively did I wander

            laughing at the ironic sky

My lover

declining

    waits in the fortress ahead -

and I

            having exhausted my wait

    thank the raindrops for rinsing Desire’s

                    trace from my skin

I feel I am standing still

            These things

   concrete

                 paved streets

            stand drenched

in the rain around me

 To my left

a blackbird flies against the wind

It seems she is standing still

Once again and again

      I hear her shining wings

            beat the sky

And yet

            she is standing still

 The rain beads my skin

and I exhale

            as she turns with the wind and flies easily away

                        motionless wings soaring over the pavement

as I look towards my lover

    and smile

Author's Note

Title suggestions?

Reviews

[Thomas James Martin]

I thoroughly enjoyed this, showing rather than telling something of the nature of existentialism which is not the barren philosophy that some theists seem to so think. Loved the way you handled the bird.
Tom

[Lexy]

Of the two you listed, I like Blackbird better. But it seems like there could be a better title, I just can't think of it right now.