Wednesday, May 1, 2013


I walked in a field bejeweled with wildflowers
It was a dream
Of soft sunshine warm haze and pretty breezes

An arched chevron of little black things took wing
A hundred birds had left my corporeal being and flown away
Up into the hazy blue

Little gray specks invisible now
They were really shards of shame blame and upset
That had never had belonged to me anyways

And again I see them
They’ve returned
Little swallows with graceful feathers

Hungry for bugs
They live now their natural lives
And I live too

No more a human cage
                                                                                                              ~ Sonali

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