This bird

This bird
flies at twilight
when day and night
are not opposites.
This bird
sings a song
scarcely anyone hears
yet it sings wholeheartedly.
It’s song gives it life
to ride air currents
effortlessly.

This bird
flies in freedom
going nowhere
finding it’s home
everywhere.

This bird
flies playfully
every feather quivers
full of love.

This bird
flies alone
yet not lonesome
completely at one with
clouds, raindrops,
trees, leaves.

This bird
is free.

© 6 Mar 21