exhaustion
Apr 21, 2022
exhausted
flying at sunset
a bird lost
- a recovery haiku
a bird would fly home at sunset even if it exhausted.
its winter here in melbourne. the branches are exposing their vulnerable joints. they look bare without their ornamental leaves — my thoughts of my mothers, my grandmothers, my great-grandmothers exhaustion.
in the machine — lost in the beginning somewhere in the past.
nevertheless, i will sleep well in my warm bed listening to the winter rain. morning arrives. a moments recovery, again what is it i am recovering from?
