1.21.2020

Sorrowing


I am a mourning dove
considering what to do
about a day grey with worry
and consternation
Have I saved enough
studied taught enough am I
what is enough?
Uncertainty
like pigeon milk
roiled in morning’s belly
sunrise swaddled but I am
erect
perched with coo
It is up to me to decide
no permission required
sovran and innate
so I am
bragging my old wings today