Bird Dreams
I’m not alone, no
I seek my birdness
as the crows observe
where I was looking
but I’m learning
what it is to want
to cry for all my needs
It turns me inside out
it sits me upon the sign
at the crossroads
the telephone wires
at the scarecrows
the twisted miles
where I have to go
I look for a tree
and avoid the tree
the tribe looks at me
they praise my wings
they shout loudly
at my rough flight
it's cross to cross
I go the path they go
nightly they tap my head
I go underneath a wing
I will sleep my turn
I will see a little
look out for dreams
they watch for raptors
- © Rob Schackne 2022
Rob Schackne was born in New York and he lived in many countries before settling in Australia in the 1970s. He’s a retired teacher – he taught in China for 15 years – and he now lives in central Victoria. His poems have been published in many magazines both paper and electronic. His book “A Chance of Seasons”, a Pocket Poet book in the Flying Island Books series, was published in late 2017. It fits very well in the back-pocket. When he’s not writing, he likes taking photographs.
1 comment:
Well done, brother Rob!
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