Dragonflypoetry.com

Quiet are the footfalls
free to flit about
a caged bird
useless in this condition
unable to sing. 
The loneliness 
felt impossible 
to erase
each day 
getting slower. 
Life stayed this way
up until
the caged bird
was allowed 
to fly away. 
With an outstretched hand
blocking the sun from eyes
it was in this way 
she learned
the gift in waiting. 
Just outside her window
an empty field
she was
the solitary figure
finding it hard to remember 
tho moonlit nights
her favorite summer season
fleeting as it were
gone too quickly. 
she goes to the field 
starts the weed pulling
fingers hurt
she’s had this coming
this eye opening event
being properly trained
of course. 
she goes inside
asks to speak freely
she’s instructed
to start her journal
on broken knees
to palms. 
she asks,
“What should i write?”
With no answers given
the frustration builds,
that is
until,
she hears
the bird’s song singing. 
For the first real time
she realizes
her calling. 
Pen to paper
she outlines the plan
a savior perhaps
where the weak
find their way to her. 
Imprinting 
goes both ways
it’s nature’s 
give and take. 
The bird joins her,
she offers protection
in the gilded cage
with no doors.
In return,
the bird sang 
exclusively for her. 
Through that spring
they truly blossomed 
together creating
the perfect place
in their love-soaked 
garden.