INTERIM <br /> <br /> 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/secrets-44/
