conversation part III

when words
exit
there is a ripple

a little prayer on
it's long and graceful neck

or this tirade
whispered in the bathroom
ruffling every feather
of my breast

an earnest
flock of words
trying to migrate across 
the Himalayas
carefully watches where
the wind
blows

and how are the eagles
always above you?

they aren't trying
to go anywhere but higher
they just find
the right place and hold
their wings out
like idiots

when words return
to us
they come down gently
as a finch
or crash like waterfowl


or hold out
as long as they can
wingtip to wave
and stagger in on the beach
awkward as albatross