Listening To The Ceiling... Poem by Sebastian Soberania

the pigeons have transferred
in that nook above the ceiling of this
house of
indecision,

they keep on cooing
as though
i am the guilty party of this
mess

and they are not moving away
unless
i say my apology
to the indifference of the
the ceiling and the
beams

i stand up and scream
i owe no one
and no one owes me

some pigeons start to fly away
and perch upon a tree
waiting that i look at them
and say something

i owe no explanation to birds
this is my house i own this ceiling

dusts are always scattered particles
settling where the wind takes them

and i am now one of them
the pigeons feel betrayed.