flying in a sky without a sun,
raise your wings high
and let them settle, like gravity, on the dust.

if you can’t see the stars,
trust your instincts, crows, sparrows, butterflies,
rest on the crowded air and it will carry you south
to the tree where you were once born
as the eternal sunset fades.

Ekphrasis: photograph of New York City, June 7, 2023