We Are Never Birds... Poem by RIC BASTASA

to the other
side of the world,
i ask,
Leave us.

They flock together.
For with all
these feathers,
they are warm.

winter is not
a threat. And with
all their wings
combined, the
world begins
to spin faster,

and time flies,
and changes come.

I still prefer,
this Nook. This
self is all I
have and you must

know my dear,
we are different,
and we try
and no matter how
we try
we cannot meet
the rules
and by their
standards
we fail.

there is no use
flocking.
we are never
birds.