~~~ Daydream birds ~~~

A secret came a week ago,
Though I already knew it,
Just beyond the bruised lips of consciousness.
The very alive souls of a zillion dead birds
Are harbored in my body.
It’s not uncomfortable. It feels magnificent.
I’m only temporary habitat,
For these not-quite-weightless creatures.
I offered a wordless invitation
And now they’re roosting within me, recalling
How I had watched them at night
In fall and spring passing across earth moons,
Little clouds of black confetti, chattering and singing
On their way north or south.
Now in my dreams,
I see from the air the rumpled green and beige,
The watery face of earth,
As if they’re carrying me,
Rather than me carrying them.
Next winter…
I’ll release them near the newly found fantasy land.
I can see them perching
On undiscovered tree tops.
We’ll say goodbye…
And I’ll return my dreams to earth…