Dickinsonbird

…not a creature failed–
No Blossom stayed away…
~Emily Dickinson

Mockingbird, where do you begin?
What deep source feeds your spring?
No matter,
I will listen—
Flawless chirps and whistles.
You, a feathered prophet,
a truth-teller;
I, beguiled and beguiler.
Do you have a word for me?
Please allow me this:
Your name does not befit.
To scorn or imitate is not your wish.
How about Dickinsonbird?…

So great is your reward.
Fly to a high branch.
Your drab plumes lift my head.
Though I am a little hurt,
I cannot deny you are fine.
You glance at me and I stare,
surprised by each pensive, lofty line.
Then, wiser,
I once more spread my wings
against the counsel sky.
I do believe.
It’s with my given voice
I will finally be content.