Hearing the trickling, stuttering, crickle-crackle magpie
I saw you
Arranging a twig by your feet
Before leaving
Flapping to a further tree.
Where from the farthest reach of your invisible eye
your brother or sister or lover or mother
Gently clapped through the branches to a present perch
Had I dreamed I was up there?
The neighbouring weave of branches,
All ready in your eye
Your relation joined.