Sudden Birds

 

Sudden birds flew up
when I stepped in the field,
a spiral of sparrows
living up to the wires.

the man is full of nonsense
and can't feel his good energy
with his eyes set on his fatigue
and all the holy wonder smoked.

He's staring at a road to lonely adventures,
cursing with his own shame
what he can't possess,
feeling his need now like luggage,
not like wings to his love.

I stopped my feet in the field
til the sky cleared,
thinking birds across my own gray breath.