We Can’t Escape the Fact That We’re Not Enough for Each Other
Brambling, bullfinch, chaffinch, crossbill,
goldfinch, greenfinch, hawfinch, redpoll,
a new edge between us scissors
through air, routing music
from throats, birds from perches.
They spill, forming
flurries like snow but
tough as flint
and I feel every atom of
Nightjar, nuthatch, dipper, pipit,
woodlark shorelark, skylark, swallow,
I had birds once.
I let them go.
from Kitsune (Cinnamon Press, 2015), ? Jane McKie 2015, used by permission of the author