Sinking.

Little bird perched, parched.
Phoenix broken free from cages —
catch your breath, bathe in floods of cosmos
and as you breathe reflection into life,
liquid time and space flow. they blind you
that you may reacquaint with darkness
in the light.

Broken pieces of self made whole.
Sudden epiphanies in grains of salt —
as climates change the birds move on
or stay and freeze and rot.
You know now where your compass points.
The water dares you,
won’t your wings take flight?