April is National Poetry Month! David Ignatow, "All Comes," "Gulls"

The last of the David Ignatow for the month.


All Comes

All comes to sunlight.
A bird stirring its wings.
In the air it has the shape of a dream.
It too is perfect off the ground,
I follow its flight.


Gulls

They thread the air
and sew up the uneven parts
into a pattern to which wings
lend authority.
They settle
upon waves, compact upon motion;
and rise, to assert motion.

It is with evening
their wings covered by darkness
suffusing space, that they cry;
and have a sounding board, the waves
to measure space.