“They’ll never make it!”
on the path to the bridge
under the magic stars.
Never give up,
never listen to the words
one small starling said when
his confidence failed him,
draining slowly to the end
of the Nile–
left decumbent, deserted,
chasing after floating
seeds in the wind.
The bridges will crumble,
the roads impassable.
The prayers will come,
perhaps the world–
Never listen to them
when they say
it cannot.