Ere We Are Aware

 

 

 

we err. We err
                                in open air, dare-

devil as a swallow’s
                                swerve. We err

with verve. Our errors serve
                                as bearings

as we flare and dive
                                and flouder.

We scare away our lovers
                                and declare

a territory where before
                                there wasn’t any.

Later we share our feelings.
                                Say we’re

sorry. Swear to be
                                more careful.

Oh, we show our showy words
                                like colors

and then, in a flurry of ever
                                rarer, ever

braver aerials, there
                                we are again,

famished birds wheeling
                                over burials.