And I would be the ostrich,
Widened eyes to take everything in,
Flightless and winged I am
Functioning against evolution.

Buckled knees to extend a lumped throat,
It’s a stretch but I am reaching down:
Piercing with sharpened lips a
Beak to cut through the ground,
Awkward legs tangling me up as I brace for the impact of
Confrontation

Here and now,
It is safe in warm soil because at these dimensions I am
Too borne of body for flight
And these legs may run swift but
No distance holds solution.

Head in the ground
I will wait patiently
For the quiet to quell my worry