Bird Can't Fly
If you believe in anything, believe in this
Bird Can't Fly
She never learned how to pump
open her wings in the big sky.
Never learned how to trust the
architecture of her body in lifting
off the ground. There are times when,
while clutching my finger or tightly
gripping her perch, she vigorously
flaps as if at the edge of takeoff,
then settles into quiet and quick
panting – such is her exhaustive
thrill. Do you think she dreams
of how the wind might sing
through her gray and red feathers?
Do you imagine she wonders of
how it might feel to glide the silver
blade of her body in the blue air?
And of the heart –
would it know to yearn for its own
soaring were it not once soul and
winged? If you believe in anything,
believe in this;
not everything broken is final,
miracles happen, you too can learn
how it is to gather the sky around
your ready wings.
Yes, let us gather the sky!