Freedom

I always wondered

how birds feel

gliding through the open 

sky, nestling on the 

highest branch,

above the chaos 

of the world,

above the clouds 

and their rain.

So close to the sun,

what need would they 

have to lower themselves 

to the ground?
Have you even noticed 

the dirty red robins in

the nest outside 

your window?

I wonder now if 

they can hear our bodies

singing to each other;

Or our silent prayers 

for one another 

and each meal you’ve cooked.
I like to pretend

I know what they 

sense gliding through 

a cloudless sky or 

perched high above the 

world when I am near you. 
©sincerelytyra