Follow the Elephants Never link to a lighthearted (birds-eye) view of a heavy subject.
bird poem
Buoyancy
On a wing
Or a wave
A plummeting bird
Or
Sinking ship-
that’s saved
Flying, not falling
It’s a siren-calling
The longing comes later,
A song sung
from Future’s daughter
Floating on Air
Buoyed by Sea
On a wing
Or
On a wave
It’s who we dare
Be