Birdcage

Birdcage
by me(whatever)
to Fly Out

goldfish swimming in a bowl,
the hardwood desk she sits at.
Words I don't understand,
the window to the world.

Wings, beak, and talons,
chirping tomorrow's short songs
the hands who trespass,
the echoing daylight.

A slow life, a bored life,
I've always flitted the distance
from pole to pole
in the window to the world.

the staring goldfish,
the sliding closet she opens.
gestures I don't understand,
the blue of the sky.

feathers, voice, and heart,
barred 460 times per minute.
the eyes who trespass,
the echoing night.

From then to now,
I've always fought the distance
from pole to pole
in the blue of the sky.