By: Victor Ng

If you look up to the cloud-filled sky

And squint your eyes to protect them from the sun

You can see a graceful bird fly

With wings that make it unnecessary to run.

But if you look for humans you will see none

Because on our backs there are no wings

There hasn’t been a single instance, not even one.

Perhaps that is why the bird sings

Taunting our planted feet and lack of fun

While they float and drift without strings

With wings that make it unnecessary to run.

In the horizon of the evenings.