Lacking an inborn sense of territory
I could soar through rivers,
But in midair I was exulted.
I exhaled the mountains
To fly through the desert,
Sand on my feathers
Soaking into my bird-flesh
My pores seemed to breathe
the deep-yellow into themselves
without exhalation.
The coarse grains toughened my skin
Buried into my feathers
To stain them yellow
They pushed into me
Like reeds to the ponds bed
Until I became a crystalline grain
in the vast field of sand,
Just one.
5th August 2007
[ A bird girl poem ]
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