Monday, April 16, 2012

I caught a bird

I caught a bird on the grass
or maybe looking for a worm.
As I gazed at it,
eyes turning soft,
something shifted
inside me.

Its beady-eyed look,
brought down walls,
its cock of neck,
opened shut doors,
the sweep of its wing
swept away cobwebs.

Something rose and flowed-
from me towards it,
light and expansive.
Maybe it was joy,
or was it love?

When it flew away,
I’m sure its flight was lighter,
the song it sang was somehow sweeter.