The wild goose bursts into flight, then settles

beating his wings in distraction,

Mischiefmaker tearing the meshes,

scourge of the birdcote.

Birds, thick as lizards, mill about squawking,

and all is confusion.

I do not flutter, though caught

(singing bird) in invisible net.

Lonely, I lift up my call

under the weight of my love:

This heart is counterpoise to your own.

I shall never be far.

Balance my love with your caring.