To Be a Bird

To be a bird,

flight marked by

maps in the wind,

lifted by unseen currents,

that change each day,

reliant on

seasonal shifts,

in light

and shadow,

returning

again and again,

to their homes,

location,

buried deep

in avian memory.

 

To be a bird,

no clocks turned ahead,

just length of day,

spring winds rising,

stars reappearing

in midnight skies.

 

To be a bird,

coming home.