Birdsong
You wake up to the sunrise heating up the tent
Surrounded by the aromatic pines
You left behind a dream, but you aren’t sure what it meant
From the scattered bits and pieces you can find
You were high above the valley, looking down below
As the shadows of the clouds played on the ground
You’d spread your wings and floated down to get a better look
Just before you were awakened by a sound
Awake now to the heat of your tiny nylon nest
You unzip the door and step into the light
You shake your head to clear the fog left over from your rest
Wipe away the sleep collected in your eyes
All around, the forest’s also rising with the sun
Waking from its own peculiar dream
You hear the sound that woke you up repeated once again
Shattering the stillness of this natural scene
Perching on a branch of an adolescent tree
The blackbird cocks his head and meets your eye
Then he flaps his wings and rises just to show you that he’s free
Like he knows that you just dreamed that you could fly
You wish that you could follow as he rises toward the clouds
But the earth still holds you firmly in your place
Why were people made to walk instead of fly
A curse that only dreaming can erase?
I wake up to the sunrise heating up the tent
Surrounded by the aromatic pines
As I step outside the nest, I’m wondering where you went
Unprepared for what it is I’ll find
Your shadow on the ground shrinks, and as I look up
I see your body silhouetted in the light
I smile as your wings flap, you rise into the sky
And I watch until you pass beyond my sight