A word can bounce around in my
Almost knowing just barely
Scarcely avoiding 
tongue 

A word can fly from my
Almost stopping just barely
Scarcely parting
Lips

A word can echo echo through my
Almost joining just barely
Scarcely muttering
Prayers

But I have yet to find
A single word for
That bird’s shadow
Swinging just barely
Scarcely across our green lawn

Seen, not said, through
My kitchen window
My hands warm in soapy water