Day 243

August 31, 2022

There are a few birds in this picture, can you find them.

Kingfisher

dive

splash

            fly

Quickly.

            They’re not perching

            for any length of time

 

Still a hollow feeling

hovering in my heart.

Can’t tell where it’s coming from,

bubbling up through my happiness

            Like the kingfisher who

            flies

                        hops

Lands on barren branch

dives.

She is not catchable.

Three flit through trees

in front of my lens

appear as grey blurs.

 

Hole in my gut

            is the same

indefinable, untouchable

 

Forever reminiscent of pain

sneaking up to the top

occasionally

flowing over.