Starlings at Dawn
Thinking about the world’s latest
which I’d heard about on the express
from foggy Westside to cloudy Downtown,
I’m interrupted by a swarm of starlings.
It’s not the first time
they’ve punctured the sky over my house.
Only a week ago their magic carpet
clipped the brick chimney –
then they cut for the woods,
like joggers eager to clear their minds.
Yet I know nothing
about the last one, the one
hanging on like an afterthought.
It’s good the order changes
at the end – someone’s always there
to take the place of the voiceless, the weak.
At seven billion souls,
the world’s population can fit inside
a cardboard box, a homeless guy
said to me on the bus, but I pleaded
no contest, since my ideas never hit home.
In fact, when I asked if I was included,
he pulled on the rope,
requesting a stop. So, where to,
starlings? I work seven days a week,
but today I’m off.
Piotr Florczyk is the author of East & West: Poems (Lost Horse Press, 2016), a collection of essays, Los Angeles Sketchbook (Spuyten Duyvil, 2015), and a chapbook, Barefoot (Eyewear, 2015). His new translation of Anna Swir’s seminal poetry of witness volume, Building the Barricade, will appear in 2016. www.piotrflorczyk.com