Rigor

The moment we are rigid,
we fail to be. Instant coffee.
A chipped cup, a moment's silence
held forever in your look. Light
the birds chorus in full swing,
each wing spread. The Night-Jar
ajar, clutched cloaked in a hedge.
.
The rigidity of the human condition
fails us, we are not able to function
in uncertainity. Safely cossetted
in Nature's clutch, we bid goodbye
to childhood.