And why the tapping of bamboo
to scare away the birds
as the water starts to fill?
Spilling over the sides into the sand beyond,
clotting it into mounds that crumble
as soon as they dry.
The seeds will still grow even
if they’re scattered by ruffled feathers
making a mess of the business of eating
in a public place. They may
become willowy and wild,
the berserker runs thoroughly through
their system. Their comfort. Their home.