“Look at the Birds of the Air” by Kelly Ostergren
“Look at the Birds of the Air”
The bird is no farmer:
She does not plant seeds
in neat rows or harvest into baskets.
She flutters
like an anxious heart
about the sky
and alights
among sweet summer berries.
Does she know
somewhere in that bird brain
that this feast is no lucky find?
This is her provision:
even the banquet
of the Almighty.
— Kelly Ostergren