Bird Feeder

I am struggling to believe that you have always just been human, because to everyone else you were a superhero.

My time machine is stuck in your comic strip. Waiting for my hero to arrive.

So, forgive me if this is raw,

but pounded meat becomes tender,

and isn’t tender the sweetest delicacy of all

The path is unclear,

but at least it’s new

There’s a lovely breeze filled with the sweetest tweets of a bird whose name I will never know

And while that first bird left a lasting impression,

the path is lined with them, each bringing another unheard melody to drink up

The air is new here

Breathtakingly fresh

Without discomfort

Every step is recognized as momentum

Often displayed in dance

My arms don’t search for the rhythm

They create their own

The music bends to the energy I create

Swaying lends itself to twirling

The cause and effect is tangible

As the sun bounces off my skin

Allowing my bigness to glow

She is fire and light

She is order and chaos

She is tranquil and curious

She is a flower

Her stem is strong

Her middle productive

Her face soft and beautiful

Every step, brings us closer

Every twirl breaks the cocoon

Every tear washes it away

My younger little ran so fast she tripped on life

My older wiser walks at a thoughtful pace

Erasing itself from the comic page

My time machine has landed

Ready for its retirement

As a beautiful bird feeder.