“As It Ought” by Robert H. Sarkissian

I saw a bird fluttering over a lake
With purpose and drive in its quivering flight
A passion so singular without any pause
It took as much time as the time it should take

I watched a tall tree wobble in the wind
It leaned and returned to its original height
Sunlight bent through the branches and leaves
And reached the ground considerably thinned

A man whom I knew walked a lonesome way
And took every chance he thought he should take
He kept straight ahead, and a bird hovered by
And landed on a tree on a bright sunny day