Another Bird Metaphor (A Flightless Denial of an Empty Room)
-February 9, 2007
I saw through a window
the emptiness of a room.
The life that was once alive between its walls
has been fading and now dimmed.
In a matter of months, I see my loved ones come and go.
And now I stand on a leafless branch
of a late winter tree.
The migration has left
and now this broken wing bird waits
as vernal nears from the melting snow.
But there was no migration
and I knew my feathers are now of my own
and I am that bird
that people spot and keep my name written out of the extinction list.
But I stay glued onto this tree and in a denial
as I stare into an empty room.