Willful Wing

[couchgrouch]

Willful WingI found a wounded swallow, crying in the grassI fed it crumbs and friendship, somehow it healed fastin the cool wind of Autumn, I held it in my palmsoon as he saw the skyline, that bird was gonethinking how that swallowwas joined to the skyI wondered if somewherein the hills or airwas a place for me to flywith a willful wingso far from herein search of one more SpringI could disappearshells and cages are foreign thingsto a willful wingI'd stare out my window, with the sun in the eastand face the lonely tombstone, where she'd been releasedsurrounded by mountains, with a morning viewthe peak was a pulpit, my chair was a pewbut sunrise was a sermon that I never heardlike ev'ry restless daythat rises and flies awayher spirit was a birdwith a willful wingso far from herein search of one more Springwhere it disappearsshells and bodies are foreign thingsto a willful wingthen I thought of that bird, hitting my windowpanehow it cried in confusion, and the shell I becamefor years I'd been blind to, what's in front of meall because the answer, was too clear to seeI'm here for nowbut they're both gone it's destiny...it's fatein due season all migratewhere April blossoms onfor a willful wingso far from herein search of one more Springwe all disappearshells and cages are foreign thingsto a willful wing(c)2005 Robert George