Little bluebird, don’t hang your head and cry tears of sorrow
Don’t sit on this lowly sill and let your tears fall to the floor.

Fly high and escape the fate of those below.
Do not regard yourself with the un-winged mortal fellows below.
Their fate is sealed, but you...
You can streak the sky with brilliant azure murals.

It is said the bluebird carries the sky on its back,
and the clouds on its breast, but you...
You carry the world, the Heavens, and all their beauty.

Do not sit down below and stain your eyes with tears.
No, fly high to your place in the sky
Where joy and delight await you, after your burdened, trial-filled,
life.

I am a human solar system.
The celestial bodies of my soul
dance

Spinning in their orbital cascade,
they form me.

My soul is a universe
every body, every planet,
dancing to a cosmic song.

true love litters my life
my list of highs and lows
for certain the genesis
of the highest highs
and lowest lows
as with anything,
the higher the climb
the further
and more painful
the fall

love is a living creature
it needs to fed
to be nourished
but even when nourished,
it is infinitely fleeting,
dying

I've always tried
to cherish it while I have it
and brace for the loss
when it's fate seems uncertain
that's all I've found to do

it is unpredictable
it can't be tamed
or held captive
a wild beast
relentless in its thirst

Hanging from this tree branch with one arm.
At a height high enough that would hurt a fair bit if I let go.

I'm struck by the weight of my own body.

I'm so tangible... so breakable...

small and weak,
yet tall and strong. I can be anything.

If I weren't here, this tree still would be. Magnificent as nature itself. Yet it's glad I came by this afternoon, this I know.

I stare at the bark, and it seems to pry past my eyes and into my soul, saying "yes, this is real."

I am real.

And I'm so pleased to be so.