Sunday, December 6, 2020


What's it like to be human
asked the bird

I don't know really
It's to be prisoner in your own skin
but crave infinity
to be captive of a crumb of time
but reach for eternity
to be hopelessly uncertain
and a fool of hope
to be a crystal of frost
and a handful of heat
to breathe in air
to choke without words
to be on fire
and have a nest of ashes
to eat bread
but feast on hungers
to die without love
but love beyond death

That's funny said the bird
flying lightly up into the sky

Anna Kamienska
Photos:  Peter Bowers