This small bird,
head tucked under wing.
I didn’t see it, I just felt it,
a flutter of wings,
when they lifted you out of me.
And I know
that you already can fly
with closed eyes, closed fists.
Even when you’re sleeping:
that bird-heart trembling in your chest,
tucked under wing.
This poem can be found in my book ‘Cuts & Collected Poems 1989 – 2015’.