Zack Steigerwald Schnall

I tell her love is an albatross,

but she is just a hummingbird

and only sees tomorrow as today.

Beating wings against wind,

the current is enough—

to think nothing of river or sea.

 

She and I part ways for eternity

each dawn and find each other

every night, and I ask if

there is anything new

to share, and she

tells me once again about her day.

 

Nothing ever changes, she complains,

but she cannot see beyond herself

or the wind that hits her

hard and fast and

heavy, like an albatross

before it sinks deep into the sea.