Enough was just one or maybe two birds
to paint my sky with their wings, indigo and lucid
instead of the gray which was collapsing on me.
Also to draw the small spots of clouds as a boat
which dragging and bringing me wherever they want.
…
such a long time I attended till they came
flock by flock they came, thousand by thousand.
So many of them came till my sky darkened.
Enough was just one or maybe two birds.
