
Through night and moisture I listen for an answer–
wild geese go south but my heart remains unmoved,
crying in painful glory falling through a vast unknown
I feel like writing and singing
a dark story: a blues deeper than the midnight echoes of birds–
Them carrying away all the heaviness that binds me
on their two white wings entangled with the wind–
I don’t know where I will send these flying shadows
I don’t know what to call the hidden lights
of my soul’s dearest things that have retreated into silence

A cleave poem for dVerse. Laura gave us 3 poems in translation, and asked us to use one as inspiration for our own verse. I chose “Migratory Birds” by Desanka Maksimovi which is the left hand half, above. The right hand is my poem, and together they make a third poem. You can read about cleave poems here.