Fractured Birds
Moments like fractured birds
when I cannot speak.
The flight of my voice
from one human to another
paralyzed in quartz
or in sleep rumored to be sleep.
There are moments
& there are no moments—
tiny husks of time
fallen beneath my branches,
beneath the arches of my feet,
as another self dazes through camera shops
& supermarkets.
Verdant heads of lettuce
wilt on icy shelves.
Logic juggles my green atoms
as I chew through quartz.
Moments like fractured birds
when I cannot speak.
Osiris 2022
Osiris Poetry 