Snowed in
& out
the window
I watched a robin
flit branch to branch
pecking on frozen bark
& listening
a rustle
in my skull
a memory
of something
forgotten
& too late
I hit my head
with an open palm
was I trying to fix
what was broken
or was it self-flagellation?
I thought for a second
a little door
in my forehead
opened
& a silent cuckoo
popped out
I started laughing.
Who wouldn’t?
ha-ha, ha-ha, ha-ha!
& how silly this sounds –
toboggan
