Aviary

The sky is a lock of water
among the hills

joining sky versus
land, where fowl inhabit

openness and hard crusts.
Humans exhibit their
wares

the only safe
journey beneath
the seas of the world

below the depths of
earthly worries

errs of existence, damaged
crops and
other essentials.

Hurry to correct the
situation, food banks, charities
to other nations

and we are left at the well.

(c) Richard L. Provencher

first published August 2003
Sentinel Poetry Magazine, UK