I cannot stand these cages we make
see how we fly, how we try to be free
I have let go of every bird, I’ve ever thought I owned
I see them in dreams now and then
I watched their wings turn against the winds
saw some tattered, fly home again.
I loved the swoop and dive
the diaphanous delight of downy feathers
in winter, gathering cozy all around me
I am mesmerized by dark wings
the trick and glint of light
it warms like fire, a place
to dream by.