Oh

to

be

birdlike

cherubic

and

angelic

seeing

tops

of

things

trees

houses

people

perhaps

when

I

pass

I’ll

come

back

as the

wind

silent

yet

moving

It is

this

deepest

jungle

dark

to which

I

awaken

giddyishly

excited

like

Christmas

morning

each

morning

to

set

mine

eyes

upon

the

surprises

of

the

Universe

It is

only in

my

silent

silence

do

I

hear

my

souls

loudest

loud

voice

Facing

disruption

stand

up

set

sights

and

fly

allow

for

your

souls

migration

At

first

light

birds

song

alights

upon

ear

as

midnight

blue

bleeds

light

drawing

night time

west

listening

to day

awaken

buses

roll by

as your

breathing

shallows

stirring

your

eyes open

squinting

how long

you ask

have you

been watching

morning

I ask

just now

you

I ask

all

night

long