sister I am trapped, my body weighted
by morning, when I woke
birds were calling till my heart stammered
this time gives meaning to suspended
I can hear the rain, my call for you,
making a new language as it breaks
a tenuous sky
everything is battling to be beautiful
one way to love a sister,
wait for her
as the birds steal her away
they are flying south, moving on
wind and homesickness
I was told they flew north
which isn’t a lie
but a half-truth, half their path
birds go south to trace a circling song
seeking where they began
shameless of their cries
calling for home
in the rain, birds twist their bodies
at every beat, they have been moving
for so long they know where to find
rhythm in the endless outpouring
if I stay anticipation will kill me
I do not trust the cycle
to bring you home
somewhere, birds have freed you