BACK WHEN

1am November 19, 1995

It calls out
   from somewhere, lost in the folds of
        the earth
it sends out a cry for help
a soft, high-pitched chirp
   the bird has fallen
   its wing is broken
        and
   it is defenseless
Young and alone
   it calls out
not knowing if help will respond
   or danger
but wanting to survive so much
   that it will
        gladly
   face either
Alone and scared
it calls out
hoping someone cares
   enough to help
Lost in the folds of forever
        drowned out by the
   noise of time
it calls out
   having faith in 
        love and life
   knowing nothing, but
           wanting everything;

        The child calls out.