A Bird in Flight

Laying about

one lazy August afternoon

when the world was slow, hot, and hazy

while listening to Roberta Flack

sing of a bird in flight

imagining the freedom

unconsciously

I lifted my arms

spreading them wide.

When the song ended

Self-conscious

I returned to reality.

My heart is captive

to the fear of falling.

I have created

my own cage.


Note: Originally published Oct 2007 by Portland Alliance