Yesterday, 02:23 AM
Intersection With Unborn Child
What is time
to you now,
little soul? Are you behind
the bright unblinking eye
of this fat crow
nursing a heel of bread
I watch so long
I lose track of myself, missing
the small red hand
that means it’s safe
to cross? Good people
come over to watch me
watch the windows
all night long, blow kisses
to the wind. With love
they warn me
not to waste my life
looking for signs, you
who I can always find
between my ribs
and the stars.
What is time
to you now,
little soul? Are you behind
the bright unblinking eye
of this fat crow
nursing a heel of bread
I watch so long
I lose track of myself, missing
the small red hand
that means it’s safe
to cross? Good people
come over to watch me
watch the windows
all night long, blow kisses
to the wind. With love
they warn me
not to waste my life
looking for signs, you
who I can always find
between my ribs
and the stars.