too

 expanse

i’ll never understand
how to lift my wings  roll & yaw
but i can watch you dodging
spinning grasping

concepts out of air
fold each like origami
& return to idle speakers
gifts they don’t recognize

stings a little to forget
saving birds is not my job
they were never meant to fly
so i watch them fall

away on some ocean wave
too expansive for me to grasp
but soft enough immense enough
quiet enough for me to love