FLIGHTLESS BIRD ON A MOUNTAIN PEAK

TO WHOM WILL YOU SPEAK?

FADE IN:

1.

The heat pushes

against the wind

above the horizon the sun

is pinned 

Skies bleached

yellow and white 

the shades of burnt sugar 

surface

of boiling milk.

heavy

is

light.

if void

of will.

still

From a blur to the sharp cliff.

It steps.

Clarity tightens grip

a fimiliar

silhouette

Body.

Shadow.

Light.

Trinity

interrogates Itself.

A flightless bird, adjusts the weight of its wings

20 drafts 

grind against its spine,

like compass gone Farel

with a needle so sharp,

it cut gravity

in its tracks

The Bird

A North cannot pull a body

Not meant to be found.

How did I get here?

2.

The wind howls f r  a   c tur      esssssss,

loopsssssss.

Splitsssssss open.

Ssssss catter.

Realign.

Sssssss catter

again.

Air 

arguing

with itssself.

The Wind

At last,

a sound, I feared

you‘ve become one

with the rocks

Alas,

how can one 

break silence

to build

a paradox?

The Bird

Since when have you been here?

The Wind

I balanced you

whole

on this cold

needle point

I

crowned you 

with altitude

You borrowed my wings

when yours recoiled

You wore me out

like a cloak

Have you forgotten

who

carried you?

silence

3

The bird stands fixed on a horizon, 

far,

yet

as distant

as an eye

to its lid.

The Bird

It vibrates. Its never still.

A high-tension wire

Brittle. 

Exposed.

Is someone pulling at the edges?

Or is it threatening

itself – can you see?

The Wind

Are you looking outwards or searching within?

The Bird

Tell me what you see.

The Wind

A sudden draft, as the air thins.

A wisp caught

Twisting, circling

itself.

Too alien,

too close,

A warm breath

on a stranger’s neck.

The Bird

I never asked to be here, I never asked for a lift..

The Wind

You lodged yourself in my path

a swollen tongue

in a preacher’s mouth

I carried you

because your stillness

as backward in motion.

You would not move

so I moved you.

out of caution.

The Bird

Your help

feels like a blow

If you meant to lift me.

felt less like motion

and more like being

dragged

through a storm

I did not ask to weather.

The Wind

Am I the problem?

FADE OUT TO BLACK