" After last night's storm, the tulip petals are strewn across the patio where they mortally fluttered" --Church, Jim Harrison
I woke around 3am again this morning.
Someone had been talking to me
pushing pebble words through cotton teeth,
posing impossible riddles,
I was in love with someone already vanishing,
something important was expected of me that I could not do.
At 7am I set out seed and peanuts
for the birds and whomever may appear,
maybe even myself, in a new body
not made of seed and feathers.
Everything hurts and I am always tired.
I am as soft and ridiculous as snow,
holding winter's hand by instinct, leery of warmth, gray as January.
Here come the jays and starlings,
crows and cardinals,
I watch them from the window and remember a day years ago.
I am both there and not,
here and not.
Dear eager raucous birds,
will you be here again tomorrow?
for Dverse Poetics: "Songs of Unreason"