The Murmuration
Always we in amazement watch
The cyclone black and glimmering,
Starlings flock and fall
In formation. How can I
Live with such a heart?
Poets always ask this question.
We try to heal with words
What is broken beyond fixing.
The sky darkens in the evening;
They are flying away,
As we have forced them.
My chimney is blocked - you
Cannot come in - but also,
There is no fire to warm
My bleeding feet.
This is heartfelt and it conjures images in my head like an old school film reel. ❤️