Straw, Or Sky?

is a sparrow's nest
made of straw,
or made of sky?

do we come from the womb?
or return to it?

do we plow the earth?
or does it plow us?
where will we be at harvest?

do we spend all of our lives
trying to go back
to what we knew as a child?

are we then mouth,
nipple,
or the lonely phallus

of a forgotten god?
the empty hand,
or the sound of wings...

testify!

poem by Eric Cockrell
Submitted by Poetry Lover
Vote! | Copy!