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
~ Sonali
