miðnæturblár

we have to look up when we search

for our dead

even though we buried them

in the ground

but the dead like to call to

us from the moon

they try to spell out their wildering

words in clouds or meteors

they try to wave at us

through murmurations

and other such avian patterns

in significant moments

they do this to teach us

to make lifting

up our eyes a habit

remember  they say once