For the birds, for you

I'm running while you climb

the basin of your peaking

and plateau

eventually, I'll fly

I was trying to be a pilot

while you were knitting scarfs

I was weaving stories of dreams with tattered ends

while you kept track of what I was saying

Always dog-eared

always dog people

always listening

You read me to sleep once or twice

The words on my face

couldn't tell if you were Wendy or not

chasing my shadow again

Taking credit for why you loved me

a simple fool

or is it a boy?

Now I'm running, because it's hard

and it gets easier the more I do it

and sometimes it gets hard again

but I keep my eyes up

give the birds my thoughts

and pray they find you

Reviews

[barleygirl]

I was transfixed by this, the whole way -- mostly becuz of your artful word-crafting & partly becuz I had to really think about your whimsical statements -- what it could all mean & where it all goes. Your message is mostly clear with just the perfect amount of enigma. I love your touches of metaphor thru nature. I love the dog-lover stanza, so unexpected & heart-warming. The first stanza is my favorite, tho (((HUGS))) Fondly, Margie