bird in flight
the bird song wakes me
five a.m. firetruck siren
music, lull to sleep
fallen, swept away
unneeded useless feather
carry me with you
Their appearance beautiful
but has become so common that
I no longer notice
(or care) and all I see are the
shriek cries and the continual annoyance.
yet I find no room to feel it
I have wished to be able to fly,
as I watched birds’ hollow bones rise into air.
I have envied wings, wishing to extend my own
letting the air rush beneath me, lifting me up and up
until I am frozen in the gray sky
until the world beneath me seems as a blur,
and I am alone with nothing but the wind
to keep me afloat on a sea of clouds.
I have wished this so much that I think it might come true,
forgetting that my feet stand firmly on the ground
and the breeze can do no more than rustle my hair.
(Photo by Dillon.)
taking off: I can barely breathe or think
as the world goes spinning by, my eyes
hardly seeing anything but color:
must life go so fast?
and yet, for a moment, I am frozen
think: I am happy. scared, but happy.
(photo by Dillon)
My husband is doing research on ducks
He took this picture.
I care little about the research, the numbers, the science
I want to see more color instead.