the birds inked the sky with their plumes
as if they knew a secret that i don't know of
cut from the same hewn, like school of fish,
they cocked their heads in perfect angle
hovering
in mid-city sky, taupe and white
wingtips
pointing to the same direction & fate --
i listen closely, my nostrils prickling at
their
steadfast sentiments, the shape of squares
reminding me of my mother's shawl
now
folded neatly in a drawer with her rosary --
shaking their feathers in a final wave,
i
see one thousand birds soaring in unison,
to a place I have yet to go --
leaving me, rooted with questions,
leaving me, rooted with questions,
& pondering my next step
Posted for OpenLinkNight of Imaginary Garden with Real Toads - every Monday
Ekphrasis is the graphic, often dramatic, description of a visual work of art. The word comes from the Greek ek and phrasis, 'out' and 'speak' respectively, and as a verb it means to proclaim or call an inanimate object by name.


