Heather Ouellette-Cygan: Week 2 of 208

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.