The hidden spaces

I suppose I like birds
because they understand
the hidden spaces.
Between the glare and blare
honking cars
drumming malls
roaring planes
outraged shrieks
squinting  faces 
religiously squashing the other
to be the victor 
in a game of tag.

The birds speak to deep things
here, there in the hedge-bush
gliding on the water
pecking on the shore
singing beauty
wooing us into truth
in the bashful quietness
of the forest.  

Beyond the institution
the academy
the palace
the halls of power
voices whisper
forgiveness
to the unspeakable
guiding a troubled soul
towards the plenty
on the way home.