Birds weigh less

Birds weigh less than air

and force themselves to ground.

A fluttering shake of wings

takes them to the skies again

a cloud a cataract a single point.

I feel my heart follow

soaring through the blueness

I feel my heart follow the birds.


You hid the hope in cloudy crystal,
like a mosquito in the amber.

You shaped the jewels and clipped them on their chains.
One you put around your neck and one, hard-handed, round mine.

Your hope is independence, I thought you said.
It broke my heart to leave you but now I’m strong.