My Intangible Possessions

No one can take them away from my eyes...

the birds and the dew drops

They are one
 
At dawn they've touched down upon the ground and vegetation,
 
by noon they're soaring as clouds--
 
mediating between fire and ice
 
We live in their shadows;
 
partaking of these conduits of divine mercy,
 
like the fruit of crushed leaven and grapes
 
We rise with their song
 
and lie restless with their roar
 
Forever free they fly away from our snatch
 
and seep through our cupped palms
 
Like God they remain untamed:
 
densely decorative yet transparently bare