Slowed-Down Blackbird
By Alice Oswald
Three people in the snow
getting rid of themselves
breath by breath
and every six seconds a blackbird
three people in raincoats losing their tracks in the snow
walking as far as the edge and back again
with the trees exhausted
tapping at the sky
and every six seconds a blackbird
first three then two
passing one eye between them
and the eye is a white eraser rubbing them away
and on the edge a blackbird
trying over and over its broken line
trying over and over its broken line
Notes:
This poem appears in Falling Awake, © 2016 by Alice Oswald. Published with permission of the publisher, W.W. Norton & Company, Inc. All rights reserved.