I wrap my arms around this dream and squeeze.
I unfold expectations, unwrapping a gift of discovery
What am I?
He wraps his arms around her dream and squeezes.
She unfolds expectations, unwraps discovery
What is she with him?
What is he with her?
What are they in their dreams?
You wrap your arms around your dream and squeeze
Unfold your expectations, unwrap your gift.
What are you?
You are
the gift.
NaPoWriMo #2 playing with voice
I thought
t’was so simple:
It’s not like that;
It’s like this.
But I’m reading
and discovering,
there’s information
I’ve missed.
It’s quite a bit
like that, surely
but it’s also
like this.
That’s a problem
with learning
one cannot dismiss,
Neither black, nor white,
it’s one
great
grey
abyss!
Bald eagle
standing on turned over earth
Watching the cars go by on the highway
(or pretending to,
to give the small creatures
an illusion of safety).
Bald eagle
normally surveying
road and field from high above
is checking out a new perspective.
I wonder whether he prefers
dirt to sky?
Shawn L. Bird 