A bird, dark feathered, broad, sirens
a pregnant-woman-crossing-the-desert alarm.
Wind displaces the things long loosened
from their origins. Wind displaces dreams.
Wind manipulates the bird, and the bird
maneuvers the wind.
Under the summer sun a pregnant
woman crosses the lines. May her daughter, her son
chart her dream that has a shape pre-Magellan.
Lower your guns, vigilants. A pregnant woman
screams an alarm- wind dislodges
everything already slackened.