This bird flies
see him spinning in the
belly of blue
this bird flies
perhaps hoping
the sun will
wipe away his tears
watch him as he
glides and wheels
everything beneath him
is distant
he sees all
– and yet he would see nothing
this bird flies
he wants to get away
far, far away
he heeds no natural imperative
he flees no predator
instinct’s gravity pull
bears no force upon him
this bird cares no longer
his wings spread for himself
and himself alone
there’s nothing left but this
the clouds, the currents
the steady lift of the air
this bird flies
watch his wings spread and pulse
till long last
he is gone….