Belated Flight

A Poem by Cristina Moldoveanu

a poem about anxiety and helping another human soul

It’s been days since I’m counting pigeons,

fat, gray, black pigeons

resting carelessly on my neighbor’s balcony

amongst worn-out things.

When I hear them cooing in the morning

as if they were sleeping awake feather to feather

I feel a taste of mold on my teeth.

I would like to throw the paper there

in order to spread the news

fearing of waking up one day

with many pairs of wings spoiling my window,

not knowing what to do,

tongue tied, petrified, clutching the pulse of my left temple.

Maybe that man doesn’t know either,

maybe it’s not too late.

© 2012 Cristina Moldoveanu

Author's Note

one of my neighbors has a balcony filled with pigeons and I wrote this poem in order to express my own feelings about that...a kind of anxiety and the need to help others if it is possible...the funny or sad thing is that only after a year I had pigeons on my own balcony

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I have been reading through your work and have been so mesmerized that I have not stopped to review until now...will do so as I can. Just want you to know that I am stunned by your work. Your poetic voice is deep and mellow, and it resonates in a hollow place somewhere inside me. This piece has kept me locked upon it so long that I don't even have time to go back to the others that were equally beautiful. To me, the pigeons show the isolation of your neighbor, who has not the will or ability to step outside...the last stanza hits the heart and demonstrates so well what I think you wanted to convey. That is just my take, but I still tingle from it.