Love, could I but send you my doves
my mourning doves
that their call
may drive away and lament
whatever ills tie you
I would
I sometimes feel like those hollow boned birds
a wing on it
a feather on the tip, small
lacking power to fly
helpless, save for my tiny part of the whole
Eila Mahima Jaipaul
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-deeps/
