My Fingers Are Birds

I don’t want my hands to become addicted to the emptiness.

Photo by Andrew Ruiz on Unsplash

Because my fingers are birds, aren’t they?
And birds need to look for fragrant flowers,
fly along the sky
and find rest in a tree.
My fingers are birds and they used to fly along.
And they used to like the rain and the smell of wet land,
to feel the sun in the neck and the warm wind softly in the wings,
and they used to perfectly pierce the waterfall
and…