Because I love to talk—
to give ethereal form
to thoughts
but can't stand the sound
of the yowling
whelps that come out.
Because I once was lost
and embarrassed to
get directions
but now I'm found
and too proud
to acknowledge it.
Because I can never get enough
of the great void opened up
by repetition
but I'm terrified
of that silence which lurks
inside silence.
Because I have
an avian soul—the itinerant brain
of a bird
but the four-
chambered heart
of a nervous old birdwatcher.
Because—how good?
are those little moments
we take time to notice
but—how much better?
must be all those
we miss.