NOT ABOUT BIRDS

where do i live?
in an ocean with white
flying fishes.
they'll never
forget and forgive
unfeasible faces and wishes.

in a deep ocean with
white fishes.
they are sleeping and seeing
they're birds.
so silly and so ambitious,
flight is desperate words.

i live in a big family
of white creatures,
who didn't become
neither eagles nor angels
to be the sky fishes
in the world's memory;
who
refused the inability-notion
so that fly and soar above dark water
of native ocean.