POEM | Augury | by Joey Jekell

POEM

Augury

by Joey Jekell

A growing headache as the pick-up glides on the interstate. I start to look outside the window to soothe the pain I feel in my temples. Remnants of trash scatter

in the wind, or wait—birds hovering over the highway brambles. And other birds, crows, I believe, revolve in a dance above the truck like members of a baby-mobile

suspended and spinning while I fail to sleep. What truth is drawn from wings and raucous caws? Why travel this road and read the varied patterns of flocking creatures? Maybe one could learn

how the birds are not at war with God— perhaps I’m not to explicate the birds.