what would I give to be made a bird
who would fly up,
and up
and up!
up beyond the city lights
and far across the countryside
into the sky and away,
away,
I’d dive between planets
and bathe in the stardust
left behind by calamities
and make something good

I would travel until I met a distant universe
where my fellow swallows and chickadees
would greet me, flapping and flying
twisting and diving to make
the background noise of space.