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

Poem and Photograph by Jo Mariner