The birds' favorite songs you do not hear,
for their most flamboyant music takes place
when their wings are stretched above the
trees and they are smoking the opium of
pure freedom. It is healthy for the prisoner
to have faith
that one day he will again move
about wherever he wants:
feel the wondrous grit of life - less structured -
find all wounds, debts stamped, canceled and paid.
I once asked a bird, "How is it that you fly
in this gravity of darkness?"
She responded, "Love lifts me."