bliss station ~ poetry

over the square nest

i.

with the fear of icarusing as a hidden lid

the birds all fly off I stay with feathers

heavy & small legs rooted beak reaching

the closet of twigs I would have made

would be opened inside - chinese model ships

with japanese on their sails french perfume

from dubai airport belgian chocolate

seas horses 6 mixed flavors about 32 chocolates

much there-aboutness of my beak

to the fruit flying fish reaching tantalizing.

ii.

it is raining.

only the elders of the desert chant when it rains.

they're birds falling in drawn dark drops

the crows were cawing at noon
as if they had a feather

in the snow of the sun's peak.

water in the heat floods.

I am rising the nest floating & little boats trying towards it.

iii.

like a science project the universe is falling

drop by drop moon-dead-weight planets flagellated

grabbing whatever it can like a baby bird with gravity arms.

there were actual drops of water pity on the elders' faces

as they hooded up against the desert wind.

the nest is rising still & distant familiar voices dock

one by one by one.

~Ajay

3/9/2019