Your Ankles
By: Jehangir Saleh
Written: February 11, 2004

Your Ankles
Are the swollen bellies
Of blind baby birds
Finding there way
Into my hands

Nesting, peacefully
They are not separated or alone
They are apart of some other
Greater whole

We may never fly again
Stumbling instead
Through uncertain darkness

If I am damaged in your hands
Let my belly be swollen
As my wings twitch
With seizures

Tomorrow we will be eaten
But until then, be happy
That we are blind
Together