THE BIRDS

Are those birds? –

You ask, straining to hear

I imagine the birds

Staying silent until now

Straining to hear

Us

Moving from

Awkward

To anger

Apology

From laughter

More anger

To boundaries

And triggers

And finally -

Here.

They are birds –

I confirm, romanticizing their sounds

I imagine they

Sat silent until now

Waiting to hear

Us

Arriving at

Peace

From anger

Laughter

and tears

To the dissolution

Of negativity via

Knowledge of triggers

And boundaries

And finally

Here.

Here we are,

With the birds

Singing both Good Morning

And Goodnight.