Interrupt — A Poem
The Swimming — A Dream
Gray sea, gray sky
Margins smudged
in all directions
Stretched & stretching
Unbroken & unchanged
but for the smooth fold
& roll of white-capped
wavelets…
Then, movement –
countless pale shapes
schooled & swimming
beneath the gray sea’s
surface in synchronicity
Arms flush to lean torsos,
legs at knees & ankles
clamped, pressed
as though fused…
Their bodies part water
with inhuman, ghostly
grace
No need to surface…
No trail of bubbles
to mark their silent
passage…
Blind & Deaf & Mute
They are the swimming
Dead…
My own eyes sting
my tongue tastes salt
my ears pulse, throb
And then, release…
Within their company,
freed from bodily limits
& swimming…
swimming…
swimming
endlessly…
— C.Birde, 6/21
Occluded — A Poem
Shoes — A Dream
Shoes
sturdy, dancing, & lightweight
for hiking, travelling, work, & play;
high-heeled, smooth-soled, steel-toed
Shoes
as comfortable, common, & tough
that support, pinch, bind, or rub
Goody-two shoes
Walk-a-mile shoes
Give-the-boot shoes
Waiting for the other to drop
Or,
dozens & dozens & dozens
of brand-new, white soled
canvas shoes –
tongues & laces lolling –
heaped, mounded, & piled
in a small mountain
of implied choice,
& not a matched
mate among
them.
— C.Birde, 6/21
Will — An Image
Wrenish — A Poem
Poise — An Image
Runes — A Poem
Damage Done — A Dream
The truck’s cab,
sparse, dark;
eighteen-wheeled,
manual efficiency,
parked
in a half-filled lot
of compact cars –
automotive giant
amongst
Lilliputians.
Seat,
adjusted.
Mirrors,
angled.
Seat belt,
clicked.
Wheel –
smooth & sleek –
firmly gripped.
When,
without warning,
she leans from
the passenger seat,
grabs the wheel,
stomps the gas…
With belch & roar,
the truck
l u r c h e s
left & forward.
Scrape
of plastic…
Screech
of metal…
The car below –
dwarfed,
overwhelmed –
buckles,
breaks.
Shake her free,
grab the wheel.
Release
the accelerator.
Correct course,
assert control,
& straighten.
Too late,
too late.
The smaller car –
wrecked,
warped.
The damage,
done.
— C.Birde, 5/21











