I watched a flag of birds wave somewhere above the front window of my car
They were a lifetime away from me
and they seemed so beautiful and distant I had to stop and see
car idled, paused on driveway, the old letter box sighing beside,
its ‘no ad ert s ng mat r ls’ peeled into a scramble of once
words and the driveway lifting up because of the willow root
my children inside
waiting for me to be home again.