Joanna Klink from “Sorting & Wonder of Birds”

When I wake up I am responsible
When I wake up alone, I am forced to see

Over the ossified earth the waters are rising
I avert my eyes

Each of us who has a home—
we darken

And the wonder of birds is that they still rise
The wonder of birds

I believe in what is gentle in us, despite what we have done
I believe I can praise everything I am not permitted to become

I believe there is no love in bluntness
but in the struggle toward attention
which is light