tiny speck before my eyes
flies toward the window
I have not looked through yet

I look 
there’s the dizzy spot / now outside the glass / careening toward invisible

so specks do fly through walls I think 

deep inside / an organ-flutter 
more like moth 

suddenly -- 
something regretted / something ended / something escaped
my anger / a death I suffered / me

and now I see
bearing the weight of all their myths / crows 
stroking air to life / riding hot breath and human smells
rising till nearly out of sight
specks dispersing magic 

so easily missed 
but enough 
evidence on show 
to believe 
transformation 
possible

Poem and Photograph by Jo Mariner