it lay in my palm soft and trembled
as a new bird and i thought about
authority and how it always insisted
on itself, how it was master
of the man, how it measured him, never
was ignored or denied, and how it promised
there would be sweetness if it was obeyed
just like the saints do, like the angels
and i opened the window and held out my
uncupped hand; i swear to god
i thought it could fly

by Lucille Clifton

Comments (4)

There's something horrible about this.
Birdie as symbol and hope in deep ocean...a novice or the departed body uncupped hand something
Find this piece to be deep and a little perplexing.
Way deep. chilling... odd