Perhaps, the Maya Bird

The maya bird looks into windows,
Peering, seemingly looking
For something that a hunch I
May latch onto. Perhaps,
A detached feather, perhaps,
A piece of beak since regrown,
Perhaps, whatever.

If you believe,
Perhaps, a soul peeks
From within black spheres
Of the maya bird.
Maybe a lone creature, like me
Trapped in plumage
Of ever seeking but denied.

He looks into windows,
As I look into eyes.