The earth is motionless <br />And poised in space… <br />A great bird resting in its flight <br />Between the alleys of the stars. <br />It is the wind’s hour off…. <br />The wind has nestled down among the corn…. <br />The two speak privately together, <br />Awaiting the whirr of wings.<br /><br />Lola Ridge<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/interim-5/
