diamond shaped from the softness of someone’s mother
humming, humming
hum
hmm hm hm hmm hm,
sounds like cotton picked by nesting birds in my waiting.
then sucking of her teeth like the cracking of an egg
the bird is born, catches wary sideways sight, and blooms
skyward.
she is searching for something, the sound of looking,
wondering
the chugging train of her breath is a pack of hounds plaguing
her impatience
they circle under wheeling wings
snapping barking
playful teeth
scared bird