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How Do You Describe A Bird: to the children of Syria

I wrote this in reaction to watching the following interview with Syrian activist Michel Kilo:

 

How Do You Describe A Bird

 

How do you describe a bird

to a child raised in captivity

How do you define the words

of bird

and free

and fly

 

How do you tell him a story of things

outside the life of his cage

How dare you share a world of wings

and wind

and trees

and sky

 

Can you make him a promise to take him there

to a place that is wild and alive

Can you even begin to answer the where

and when

and how

and why

 

Sing him a song, then, of home and nest

inside the womb of his room

Give him a reason for peace and rest

till then

for now

a lullaby

Public Domain via Wikimedia Commons

Nickels and Diamonds

photo by Lurana Brown

 

Everything interesting, everything new

You find what glitters when I walk with you

Things that were lost are outgrown like your shoes

All that I passed by was worth it with you

 

Puddles and rainbows, acorns and shells

Frost on the windows, tinkling bells

With you, life is magic with treasures to find

And out of your pockets come nickels and diamonds

 

Sunrises, seasons, and waves on the sand

Too few are the days that I’ll hold your hand

So I’ll rock you and read you and sing you to sleep

And I won’t let that cradle fall out of the tree

 

Pinecones and butterflies, feathers and swings

Pebbles and ribbons and green growing things

With you, there are stories and pleasures to find

For out of your pockets come nickels and diamonds

Writing in Bones

“Vanitas” Michael Conrad Hirt, circa 1630 (Public Domain)

 

Fossilized footprints, books

Placing my self inside another’s imprints

Close enough to touch the marks

the writer left

in time

 

Connect with creature through created

One-way mirror, darkened back

One either sees

or is

reflected

 

From the forests, page by page

The words are thrown into the sea

Wanderers find that they were seeking

kinship bottled, opened

keening

Does it help?

 

We kept vigil with you when we heard

For who could sleep with heart shards in the air?

The static explodes, screaming for your silenced ones

 

Unfamiliar names, unfinished stories

Reckoned into the past unwillingly

 

We imagine your pain

We count our blessings

We say we want answers, revenge or justice

But what is there to hold onto except grief and forgiveness?

 

Every belief a banshee, we try to pray with you

Cursing and beseeching the world and its gods

Does it help?

Seaborne

Creative Commons via Wikimedia Commons

“A wave forming, right before it crashes. (At Acapulco)” Arturo Mann (CC A-S A 3.0)

 

With you

I am in my element

unexpectedly

 

After a life

time

of land

locked

shallow

pools,

I am overboard

 

It is not what I imagined

It is real

 

Salty

Tidal

Lavish

Alive

 

Old wounds sting

and I must learn to move

freely

 

Landscapes, structures blur in the distance

The false falls away

 

Loosening anchors, you tell me to float

 

We are seaborne

 

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