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See How He Waits

Joanne Cucinello

He sits on that long wire, stark and solitary,
a dark hyphen in the gloomy backdrop
of the winterīs sky

a Blackbird, perched there for weeks now
the way my grandfather sat on that chair in the kitchen
staring at the teapot, waiting for the whistle to blow,
waiting for someone to tell him his wife wasnīt dead.

Even in the snow, that lonely bird keeps
chirping with his mouth wide open
like a hatchling hoping to be fed or
waiting for the flutter of his mateīs wide wings.

I wonder if sheīs lost or dead like Grandma
or maybe waiting for him somewhere
with a broken wing, unable to fly
but she hasnīt returned and I donīt think she will.

Grandma didnīt, no matter how long that old man waited.
He wanted to die too, so he went in the bathtub
and never came out.

Blackbirdīs losing his feathers . . . it wonīt be long now.