
Come See Me Sept 4th


Katrina Kaye
unlike clouds and the ripples of river currents
we still resemble our former identities
long after we have transformed into something else
sometimes the shift is so slow
we don’t even realize the change until long after it occurs
nature is much more abrupt in the turning of season
the molding of weather patterns and swings of daylight
she doesn’t always have that much patience and
what she does have she saves for mountain ranges
we are somewhere between the rock and the raindrop
realizing our transformation only in retrospection
“Transformation” is previously published in Amazine (2025).

Katrina Kaye
never learned to nest
allows feathers to fall
without a thought to
where they may land
I too
am often on the wing
telling stories of lives
I could never take apart
this bird breaks to pieces
part of the puzzle that
wedged creation together
this birdsong
sweet as time
reaches
never touches
where should I hide
if not into myself
“this bird” is previously published on the Weekly Write (2020) and Saturday Salon (2020).
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