a bird then

not new

who hasn’t mused once

about the grace of flying?

to escape

to rise

to witness below from above

just to soar

unaffected

beyond the quotidian

to alight in a leafy tree awhile

ponder or chirp or peck

while a song of the heart rises

undaunted by threat

out of range of earthly chaos

I choose bird form for this drift

this brief suspension of human shape

temporarily exchanged

for expanse of wings

transportation dependable and stealth

for subtle feather layers

armour for a bruised heart

and soul bracing for turbulence

sights on an ebullient horizon~