Bird Seed

in this

polar vortex

of frigid air

i cannot

possibly feed

all the hungry

birds

but i can

at least

feed these

near to me

            *

why are there

never enough wings

to go around

sometimes when you glide

below cirrus clouds

i long from deep inside

to be up there

tracing the sky

with you

            *

where comes the joy

at any moment

to flutter and be gone

your songs

vacillate

with notes of

indifference and laughter

suggest to my tender heart

we share this place

but live in different worlds

            *

in the morning

i often understand

your point of view

but by dusk i don’t

is it more than just design

that i must stay behind

scattering these sunflower seeds

when you can fly

even when

you deign to stay