For someone who could never read this

You said,
"embrace what the future holds:
go towards it."

I said nothing,
but hovered still.

The holidays are approaching,
a decision to be made about going
further home than I am now.
Further away from here,
pushing down the highway
or crossing northeast towards the coast
as a bird would, if not for winter.

The birds said,
"what happens to the world
happens to us,"
as they were circling the church
at six am. I waited
for a bus
as they spoke,
staccato tones
and the vibration of wings
attempting to warm.