tmbt: blue bird heart on a wire
A blue bird on a wire on a wall faces east and sings no song. The light shifts and you are there in the shadows of my wings. One blue gray for the sky, for the bottom of the memories, for the hum of the south. One graying gold for the promise, for the top of the milk vat, for the flight never taken. When it is all said and done, the diversions given and taken and hugged tightly into dust, the moments seized mid-hope and mid-exhale, the morrows lives as planned and then some, it is still you that sits in the shadow of my heart. My heart, a bird. A bird sitting silently still on a wire on a wall facing east and not singing, but listening for a song… from the south.
Image by Cheryl Pedamonti via Flickr.