Little bird

Kristiana Reed

There is something
in the way you soar;
a love which is visceral
extending beyond
all we could ever hope for

You refuse to give up
even when your wings
are tied and you take flight
on the ground
searching for your ocean sky.

Your eyes always
watching the great above
believing it is
within your feathery touch

and little bird –
it is.

In your metamorphosis
from sparrow
to hawk to eagle.

You fly ever higher,
grow ever brighter
although you are alone
and far from home.
You leave a breadcrumb
legacy shimmering
in gold;

the little bird
who did not listen
to what she was told
but pursued the dreams
she felt deep in her bones. .