I need a bird, any bird in my sight
I need a wing-stretch, a flutter, a feather,
I need anything that makes
a bird a bird.
I am not fool enough to wish for wings
but I need something to fly,
prove it is possible
to circle and soar
if I am lucky
bird
you will take some part of me with you,
a thought, a flicker,
I will give you my vision,
I will stay here on the ground,
eyes shut, face turned toward you,
having stretched out my wings.