Sign Up Ahead Poem by Heather Whitley Gibson

sign up ahead seems to be misguiding
inside of your head there's a thought misgiving
birds that fly south fly upon a heartbeat
what if one dies
what if one dies

trains on a track what if they are switching
railing against final destination
a swan in a pond ending up in a river
deshelling the eggs which are meant
to be born

an ant builds a nest
on ten thousand corpses
inside of your hand
there is misgiving

changing the part in your hair to the right
moving your head as your head starts to tilt
memory spinning around like the earth
moving inside
moving inside

breaking the egg
starting the engine, sliding
just like the eye shifts
the iris scars deeper

time rises never passes you dieing
the moment is clear and the phoenix is breathing

sign up ahead seems to be misguiding
inside of your head there's a thought misgiving