Wind

Flat like a piece of paper
it doesn’t flap its wings
when there is wind
Compared to those birds
trees look crazy
waving, pushing
arching their backs
inhaling each other’s drunkness
Trees go nowhere
birds go somewhere
even when they look dead still
in each time slice
when we cut time
into the same amount of pieces
as that of the restless leaves
With the aid of wind
they decide as they go
as I would, somewhere