Poem: Birds on a Fence, by Elena Popovici

I find that I cry
Mainly with one eye,
The right one.
‘More eager, perhaps?’
my judgemental mind snaps.
Why not ‘more honest or brave,
Free of purpose, like a wave’ ?

The left eye always takes
heaps of time till it breaks.
It struggles to let go.

Lined up like soldiers in a row,
across lush shadows on the road,
the houses are bathed in white gold.
I can clearly see that,
as I sit here with my eyes shut.

A man walks determined and fast,
cutting the silence. He too now has passed.
Cars drive by, close to the ground,
Sending in the air shivers of sound.
As each goes by, it makes more and more sense
To sit quietly still, like birds on a fence.

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