Baby Bird

In the raw wind of a new world you spread your wings
Tentatively, at first,
because you had not yet learned to trust the wind

You looked up, at the fresh blue of the sky,
and then down, at the firm green earth
There was your mistake:
Never look back
when the wind is tugging at your feathers
Looking down,
contemplating the firm green earth,
you missed me
I was in the wind, whispering your name
But you were looking down, so
on I passed;

heartless, maybe
but that is the power of chance

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