Remembrancer

Dry-mouthed soothsayers open up the wind
with all its false glory, exchanging belief
for documentation. Birds sky farm

sprung rhythm from branches and you,
remembrancer, you’re the only one
on the road to the wall, which props up

all this reflective light, that surge of uprushed
thought. You’re locking down a suitcase,
slowly straightening to go.