Starlings

next time you see this man

tell him what you want and when

summer and winter in his hands

doesn’t always know which one to send

to find a word that’s true

sky says ‘speak your truest name’

I don a cape of blue

sea myself and sky are the same

every hour of every night

starlings wishing they were stars

hear them all through the night singing

‘how’d you get so cold and far’

one two three four five

number my left and my right hand

laugh and then you cry

things don’t always end up as you planned

a stone thrown through your song

you had to walk cause you felt bad

someone touched you wrong

or didn’t want what you had

every hour…

another simple song

another smoldering straw

another road to gone

lit by the distant star