October 27, 2008

The Impossibility of Crows





The crows maintain that a single crow could destroy the heavens.
Doubtless that is so, but it proves nothing against the heavens,
for the heavens signify simply: The impossibility of crows.
Franz Kafka




Amid endless nothing,
formed by what it cannot be,
surrounded by eternity,
which falls,
into lungs and
up and out again.
Ascending to the end
of the endless sky,
which is blue,
only for light's sake:
black feather

2 comments:

Lise said...

I, too, am blue
only for light's sake,
for mornings come too early,
for nightfade,
My black feathers go gray.
My caw rusts in the dew
and don'ts of of all my attempts
to prove myself against the heavens:
breathing in, breathing out.

e.gajd said...

Where I am not blue
there I am not.
The impossibility of flight is not even a thought
above the cloud of undropped rain,
still a tear struggling to
form itself unbidden
beneath my black eyes, feathered
to keep the sun from revealing
my sometimes truth:
where am I not blue
am I there, or not?