you sing all your questions
to the birds —
dove, sparrow, mynah, crow —
eyes held open against
afternoon sleep
I name each one, as your call
becomes fuller, disturbs
the flow of air
the crow does not blink
head cocked, he unspools
black notes
climbing and falling
climbing and falling
the conversation is relentless
no one is letting go
without an answer
Oh I cannot wait until he starts saying his first words….for that should lead to an array of poetry.
the first 30 days are almost over….wondering what he will say one day when he reads it.. love the singing with the birds..that’s what they do, those little ones..smiles
Hahaha – another cracker (such an inventive description of crying
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“no one is letting go without an answer” – you are learning fast!
What a beautiful description! I hear it all in my mind.