Necessary Valentine

But what if all the thinking in the world
Was actually alive
Not dying or contrived
 
And a bird could land in a tree
Like a lost conception
Coming home to its perception
 
A simple drawing could be made
Of a scene and it would be enough
To understand a whole life
 
And thinking could turn and look
Back upon itself
As the instrument of a god
 
Finally taken up
Flowing and necessary
As a single bird