What Birds Do

You talk about birds as if they are calling

to you through the window at the bottom

of your long list of things to do, the oblong

-shaped aspirations, the unfinished

sculptures and empty shipping boxes you

can’t bring yourself to throw away just yet.

“Listen,” you say, “That finch just announced an

extension of the grace period.”

Fine. Take some more grace. Light your room with it,

but let that finch, if that’s what it is,

do what birds do, sing to no one in

particular, and fly, God knows where.