BLUEBIRDS, from HEY (2013)

BLUEBIRDS 

The scissors on my tax voucher look just like ravens.

Or blackbirds. I am not sure which. Flying sideways. 

Sideways definitely. I am certain. I have a problem. I spend 

too much time looking at paper, and not enough time looking 

at the sky. I remember reading this in a book filled with bluebirds, 

the imaginary kind, bluebirds written in grey ink that once was as 

black as nighttime and someday will be white as blackbirds in paper 

snow. It brought me to where I was there where I wanted to be.

And then I turned inside, to paper, to hands, to grey acting as blue.