May You See It Sit

And may you not miss it

like you did this past Christmas,

and somehow even year round,

in the pear tree, the partridge.

That is, if only,

such a sitting bird

would have time

for such a seat to find

so to help an eyewitness.

Meantime,

time is swiftly time. And

soon enough

you see the pear tree again bend

suddenly,

and then at the bouncing branch

all is empty with nothing to see.

Yes, time flies.

Such a cliché.

But open the eyes, at the heart.

And soon again,

you shall see,

if only you believe,

to know and to see Love,

ever perched,

and to just let it gloriously be

that which stays

despite all that flies away.