Mockingbird

homework assignment #2 written on the them wind

Disoriented in the night,

like a small winged flying thing

I throw myself into the sky,

at the mercy of air masses

and condensation points;

temperature differentials and I

am neither completely here

nor not here; I am somewhere

only I can find me. I am at once

your mythical lover and my

own compass point, I am the

sound of thirty one mockingbirds

singing the songs of thirty one

other birds and also the silence

of a volcano biding its time. At

these times I can only remember

one thing- I close my eyes, and

fly into to the highest point

where there is a convergence

of sorrow and lightning.

Each time so far, the winds

have then brought me back, to you.

 

Author's Note

translated from my original written in Spanish

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