On the Other Side of Silence

On the Other Side of Silence

The canaries sing in their cages as I
set out the berries and Amaretto.
I wonder when I started swearing
in divinities and excrement,
when is the best time to leave.

It seems one moment is too early
and the next too late.
I remember doing so much
more than squeezing hands

I will feed him his
liqueur drenched fruit,
smile at his pleasure
and lift the cage door
to an open window and
fly with the yellows
of maybe tomorrow.

Bobbie Kilzer Gogain