All the Birds, One Bird
©March 10th, 2019
By Vijaya Sundaram
All the birds rose up together
Out of the snow,
Frantic and fervent, they rushed upwards
In a white panic, snow flying all around.
Disturbed from dreams of
Who knew what?
Warmth, brooding warmth on beaches,
Perhaps, or becoming pelicans,
Or, better still, standing in a pink flock
On one leg, squawking up a storm
Stinking up a miasma in togetherness,
Or, perhaps, just becoming one with snow.
Who knows?
The birds arose as one bird,
Out of deep, deep snow on a field,
And I saw in their wings
My constant, constant yearning,
As I rose, within, with them, struggling
Against gravity, against everything
That could hold me down.
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