Suddenly the sky rains gulls.
Pelicans, pigeons, crows, ravens,
hawks dart through our hands
in patterns of flight and wind,
the silver threads of elsewhere in their beaks.
This is the weaving of invisible,
shimmering worlds
into a single fabric of mind.
We call this the
augury of the birds.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
This is so beautiful and prophetic. I'm not surprised; your biography hinted that there is a lot going on your psyche. Glad to meet you here. (smile)