freebirds

something i wrote a while ago...

on a night such as this

when the amphibian symphony

wanes with the waxing

moon i can't help

but imagine my heart

this massive pump feeding my body

my breath in

and out

in and out

out and in

my heart is a lark

flapping against my chest

bones and beak and wing

my heart is a singing loon

a silly moon

my heart is thumping rapidly.

my soul is still

waiting

     waiting

        waiting like a dove

heart tucked beneath wing

still

listening,

stilled beating

and silly moon when

you go to sleep

the life-bearer

brings the new day

and my menagerie

tweet and whistle

and strain against

their bony bars.
i am free
i am free,
they sing
the moon to sleep.
(i am free!)


                                 (i am free!)






   




       (free as a bird.)




                        (FREE.)










zzzzz.