...quiet, about a lot of things...

songbird

a bird is not
a wordy beast
with vowels upon
its beak.

it struggles not
to find a feeble
apology or
credible excuse

to stay in bed.

it only pumps
it's wings against
thick air.
only beats it's
heart to bursting.

it merely stays afloat,
glides to rest, and points
itself toward home.

it asks no one
in particular
for permission
to fly.


wendy

Labels: Poetry Thursday