As I watched a bird swoop down from the lamppost,
As I watched its wings stretch open,
As I watched it spin with the wind,
I felt that I was the bird.
I was the bird that jumped from the lamp post,
I was the bird with its wings stretched open,
I was the bird that flew with the wind, and spun and spun with the breeze.
I was the bird that I could see
And – I wondered – how could I, who am so scared of heights,
Be the one who was the bird
And watch it fly with the breeze?
And – I wondered – how could I, who has never stretched her wings,
Feel the sensation of the bird on the tree –
The bird who went from lamppost to lamppost,
To the bird who went from lamppost to the streets,
To the bird who went to the trees
and into its nest – to its family.
As I watched the bird swoop down from the lamp post
I felt that I was the bird,
The bird with its wings stretched wide open,
The bird who glided with the breeze,
The bird who did all of these things that I could see,
in front of me,
and I was amazed.
I could feel my feathers stretch
As I opened my open wings.
I could feel the breeze tickle my skin
like the bird that I could see.