Vulture | A Poem
The scavenger of lost time and idleness
The turkey vulture, up close, is not pleasant to the eyes. They are the vision of grotesque embodied, even apart from the layers of their behavior.
I am learning to avoid the daily tragedy of dismissal; I am allowing my breath to be snatched away by the looming largeness of turkey vultures. To be awed by their easy way of gliding into view, their deepness among evening periwinkles. Perhaps I am not seeing vultures at all. I see wideness and steadiness, meditation and patience. I see startling wingspans, the glimmer of the sun on the underneath of their wings rippling iridescent.
How could I have forgotten such rattling grandeur?
Very good. I like 'a palindromic atlas' a lot, it captures a feeling of unbound Infinity very well.
I thoroughly enjoyed your poem! Thank you for sharing. Such a classy and dignified publication you have ☀️