Blue Birds Fly
time
is a strange bird
it lands on a limb
and sits there
gauging the wind
the height has to be right
the limb sturdy and strong
the leaves enough
to cover
there’s a lot to consider
before she makes
a nest
after all
eggs are fragile
shells
even in the best of conditions
they break
the bird knows this
but is undeterred
it has seen it
all
on the ground
and in the air
over water
and rainbows
in the quiet mist
of morning
and the quiet dark
of night
in the drumbeat days
and dizzy dance
the seasonal change
this bird knows
what it is
to be cold
and alone
to not know home
in a mortal sense
it only knows
it is alive
and though it is cold
it knows the sun
though it is wet with rain
it knows the clouds
how they change
like the earth
it is never just Spring
so it is happy then
there on the limb
with the buds beneath its feet
soon it will be full
no longer bare
the bird is busy now
building its nest
after gathering the twigs
and twine
she’ll rest
until her eggs break free
then she’ll be off again
finding food
the bird is busy now
the nest is full
filled with song
but not for long
if she does her job
well enough
the nest will be
what it was
the seasonal change
takes course
and birds will lift and land
on limbs
gauging the wind
TL