What is real
needs no introduction
it does not need
to explain itself
its meaning is clear
what is real
doesn't dwell on troubles
its mishaps are few
what is real
needs no conclusion
as it stands like a soldier
at the end of the world.

We heard the sound of rapture,
a thump against the bedroom window,
then found the pair of chickadees
lying side by side on the path below,
the space between their silent beaks
the thickness of a pane of glass.