Birds That Are Blue

The blue jay has perched.

I wear it on my sleeve

Like a heart, elusive

Here and there it flits

Looking for acorns

To fill up the knothole.

Up in smoke

Down they roll

Never filling.

But if only one takes root

This logged cabin is coming down.

Blue-Jay Yarn

From the land of memory
I made the journey long ago
And remember only the veiled Joys
Whom men do not yet know.

And were I nimble now as the
Happiness of Running Barefoot in the Dew
I would not catch the bluest birds
Not here and
Not where the black bird turned blue.

Blue Bird of Happiness