i admire and love
the creatures we call birds
watch in envy the soar, the dive
those landings of awkward elegance
internecine territorial disputes, my laughter
salubrious songs of morning, my smile
the mocking bird's nocturnal cry, my reflections
living where the weather suits
something humans rarely achieve
never leaving an heir 
with more than air, they survive
living instinctively in nature's harmony
they have taught me
we humans struggle with freedom
birds simply live it

i once thought myself free
wind in hair, pistoled hip
a motorcycle between my legs
yet i was chained, another ego

it is much more than wings

i have my cane now
my quiet walks thru God's plethora
and the only wings i needed
were always between my ears

some people prefer life complex
me, i am for the birds

          San Blas   91