Like a Bird
April 9
April 18, 2022
Like a bird, I migrate seasonally.
I ride the back of winds
Floating and falling down to Earth
I fly high and see all
For miles and miles, I soar
For hours and hours, I drift
Gliding like wings through your skies
Encapsulated in a hovering human house
Sitting, waiting, playing, listening, wondering, thinking
Arriving in a new mysterious place
Preparing for the next jaded season
Seasons come and go, like me.
I never stay for too long.
Like winter, I arrive and freeze.
My shyness is icy like outside.
Like icicles on the window sills,
They guard my heart from everyone.
Like spring, I adjust and grow.
My anxiety is like a flower.
It finds new places to root.
It keeps me grounded, too much.
Like summer, I stabilize and play.
My fear is like a volleyball.
Tossed around from place to place,
It reminds me why I fly.
Like autumn, I change and leave.
My time is like the airplane.
Ready to carry us all away.
The icicles, the flower, the volleyball.
Seasons come and go, like me.
I never stay for too long.
Like a bird, I migrate seasonally.
I ride the back of winds
Floating and falling down to Earth
I fly high and see all
For miles and miles, I soar
For hours and hours, I drift
Gliding like wings through your skies
Encapsulated in a hovering human house
Sitting, waiting, playing, listening, wondering, thinking
Arriving in a new mysterious place
Preparing for the next jaded season.