On the roof

High above the cathedral streets,
where the folk rush by in the cold shadow of the day,
the birds wait silently.

Beyond the noise of the crowds,
the love and hate and crying and shouting,
the birds stand sentinel and steady
at one with the wind.

For the people below
have lost their way in the shadows
and can no longer see
the sky.

Soon, the birds will raise their heads
open their wings
and Fly to the sea.