elegy for a bird-watcher
Natalie Schliekelman
fluttering wings, beating heart
in my hand
now he flies
into the sun
into the fire
into the [nothing]
how i wish i could save you
i look into the sun and i stretch my hand out
i will burn myself
if i can pull you out
charred fingers
and you do not choose to fly to them
i think i can grasp you and
maybe it was you who burned all along for now my hands are blistered
— and my tears cannot put out a wildfire
the ecstasy of falling
this is what you told me
cried over the drone of the highway
that if i was not there to be scorched by your phoenix-like unbecoming
you would let yourself plunge
into the flames / / abyss / / end
(extinction leaves no second life)
i cannot shelter you in my bittercold /because he no longer wants it
dirt is in my mouth and under my fingernails
i left my sight behind on that rain-covered asphalt
limbs grappling throat raw grass stains on my knees
blood-tipped feathers loose in my palm
you tell me that the happiest moments were the freedom before i found you
i will follow you /
into the [everything]