bird-minded

Birds have smaller minds than ours
and so they fit reality
inside.
While we
capaciously make room
for anything we think, plus
all the things we think
to hide. For any sense that we
can make, for all this made-up
make-believe. Plus some small
bird-sized corner of reality
- whatever fits - that jerks
its eyes incessantly,
and sets itself at any flash
to start into the sky,
but can't. So sad. We have
so long since lost our gift
of flight, which we
have never had.