Two crows walked down a wet road,
their heads bobbing like black umbrellas
along a city sidewalk. I envied them their
companionable stroll, the flock that settled
on the grass beside them, when my day
was spent alone, missing you. You
are nowhere and everywhere, the pervading
absence of you more present than this chair,
this desk, the window through which my gaze
moves like a ghost. My thoughts fly
to you like birds through rain-drenched
clouds, or songs through a roof, piercing
the sky like stars—while crows lift up
together, their wings stretched to breaking.
From Telling Tales of Dusk (Press 53, 2009).
Used here with the author’s permission.