We can stand below and
watch the sun cast shadows
of the birds against the wall;
see their reflections,
dashed in angled glass,
so far from ours.
We can watch them group and part
and swoop the building tops,
or stand within the walls
and feel them fly at us,
our faces to their bellies,
noses pressed to high up windows,
thinking thoughts of high up futures.
We can be starstruck spectators,
catching sight of possibility,
or we can be the birds and fly
and take the risks that look like life
and feel like freedom.