Don't Come Thin
Don’t come thin
Don’t come wanting, or starved
Come dripping with pollen of your neighbour’s heavy branches
Celestial dandruff over your oat skin
Where above you birds feast on colours themselves
Loudly with their coarse laughing
and you are sprinkled in the
Overflow
of their abundance
Today I traced the ocean
On a bike with my baby
(the very one I was told better to abort)
And better yet
And better still
We shared the bike breeze
practising our barking like dogs-
when all of a sudden we both saw
A bird
Dead still in the sky
without flapping without moving
caught up in the exact draught
where all the air held its little body high
above us
In perfect trust
Come thirsty
Come aching
come come