There is a word in my belly
That is chewing at me.
When water birds glide over head
They have the word in their silent beaks.
There is an emotion beyond the wire fence
So vast I think it is the motion of distance.
I look for the coloured flag of silk
To mark where my children will be.
The rain on my page is the milk from a mood of solitude.
Pinning red ribbons to memories of my mother.