Oh ! Let me be a bird !

Oh! Let me be a bird!
So I can float and fly and glide and sing.
I am thinking of poetry as we drive;
Of poetry and poets and Starting a Movement.
Blissful, it courses;
I soar with the gulls and crash with the waves
And break away, like the light does
When it hits the water.

Later, as stars take my breath,
Awe and contentment mingle,
Flood.
I’m the vibrations and the echoes,
The road, the string of lights,
the darkening tide.
Blissful and awake and glinting.
And-at last! Hope is here: claiming, consuming,
Lapping up fear.