Wheat Ears Selected Poems

Branches

Broken branches

entwined like the dreams

you once had

free in the wind’s temper

and you managed to tie

an anchor on your ankle

and you hanged from a tree branch

as if by a thread over the void

waiting for a solution

strange stagnation that governed

your thoughts like death

before death and

you said

in the next life I’ll become a pilot

to hide high up in the clouds