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Sarah Kay at Haus für Poesie, June 2019
Transcription:
"A Bird Made of Birds"
The universe has already written the poem
you were planning on writing!"
Except, for the first time, it didn't fill me with despair.
Instead, I thought, "OK.
Maybe it's not my job to invent something new.
Maybe instead it's my job to listen to what the universe is showing me
and to keep myself open to what the universe offers,
so that when it's my turn,
I can hold something to the light,
just for a moment,
just for as long as I have.
The universe has already written the poem
that you were planning on writing.
And this is why
you can do nothing but point at the flock of starlings
whose bodies rise and fall in inherited choreography,
swarming the sky in a sweeping curtain
that, for one blistering moment,
forms the unmistakeable shape
of a giant bird
flapping against the sky.
It is why your mouth forms an "o"
that is not a gasp,
but rather, the beginning of,
"Oh. Of course."
As in, of course the heart of a blue whale is as large as a house
with chambers tall enough to fit a person standing.
Of course a fig becomes possible
when a lady wasp lays her eggs inside a flower,
dies and decomposes,
the fruit, evidence of her transformation.
Sometimes, the poem is so bright,
your silly language will not stick to it.
Sometimes, the poem is so true,
nobody will believe you.
I am a bird
made of birds.
This blue heart a house you can stand up inside of.
I am dying
here
inside this flower.
It is OK.
It is what I was put here to do.
Take this fruit.
It is what I have to offer.
It may not be first,
or ever best,
but it is the only way to be sure
that I lived at all.
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