somewhere
clustered under my sternum
trapped up against my spine
and beating futilely against my lungs
lies the heart of a bird
sometimes
before I rest
let down my guard
behind to drift
i must climb
there are specifics
mind you
it must be high
yet I cannot be in danger
of falling
my back must align
my vertabrae finding safety
in something solid
and I must have vision
and keen view of the world
below
here I fold in my wings
crouch over my talons
let my beating heart still
and my feathers at ease
YOU ARE READING
digital dance - poetry
Poetryyoure not alone in the way you scream at a god who hears but does not understand or care to learn
