A Leaf, A Twig, A Little Bird Poem by RIC BASTASA

Adam, am i,
i got this only fig
leaf to
cover my
insufficiency,
this deficiency
of the
centerfold
in me.

Adam am i,
i have this little twig,
attached to
my upper leg,

and Adam am i,
i have this little bird,
so coy like a turtle dove,
yet so fierce
and shrewd
like a fox, like a snake,
one eyed

it sees the main entrance
in that dark hole
where happiness

and pleasure
of my being
Adam of the flesh
am i
surely lies.

i throw away the fig leaf,
hold unto this twig,
and then like happiness

i fly to you like
my little shrewd bird.

catch me, if you can,
barehanded, if you will.