Bird on the Ramp

by Zehra Cirak


Bird on the Ramp

You I have pieced together in dreams

with  leaden legs and sulphorous wingspread

of your thirst I have heard

so I passed you the water

that was cloud-cooled and poisoned.

 

Bird on the ramp

your feathers don´t  tremble

your beak tears you up

to get onto a new leaf

is something I´d  missed out

 

You I have pieced together

in waking

 

Bird on the ramp

your little feet scratch me

your breath is strong wind to me

to find ground beneath your feet again

I have to outrun myself