SMALL BIRD

 

Small bird of my being,
you flit about
inside my mind
like a hummingbird
beating its wings
against clear glass.

So too,
you have flickered in my heart,
through all these years,
like a midnight gosling
seeking its mother,
in a strip of moonlight
on still water,
forever
in search of home.

Small bird, 
you have fluttered
until your wings
grew tired and slow.
You are an old bird, now.
Your flying days are done.
Fold your wings and nest
in the stilled and silent chambers
of my heart.
Rest now,
for you will soon
be home.