J.I. Kleinberg


The song is no more than a diagram
of longing plucked from the air,
wings stilled against a shuddering
heart, beak clutched around a final
note, perhaps one of arrival, hope,
love, a promise, or a warble of loss,
twig dropped, nest unfinished, egg
uncertain as tomorrow.

Artist, poet, and freelance writer J.I. Kleinberg lives in Bellingham, Washington, and posts most days at chocolateisaverb.wordpress.com and thepoetrydepartment.wordpress.com.