The free bird thinks of another breeze
and the trade winds soft through the sighing trees
and the fat worms waiting on a dawn-bright lawn
and he names the sky his own.
The freed bird beaks each name gently
and the skies hold its rushing breath
and the earth holds its fertile Goddess
and they both carry a bird’s solace.
The freed bird sows seeds to one day embrace
with wind-strong wings foreign breezes season
with older names for earth and sky
and he warms them with cultured breathing.
A bird can sing of freedom or have it
and it roosts where the breeze may please
and it strikes a caged bird’s heart
to leave a place alee for currents asea.
Two birds freed see distant shores
and they hurt no one at peace
and they further their worth and causes
and they sow seeds to embrace with wind-strong wings.
(I have eternal gratitude to Maya Angelou for inspiring and feeding this verse with her “Caged Bird”.)