Between a crack in the curtains
above an overworked window unit,
through the topmost pane
of a poorly-sealed window,
I watch a round, fat robin
perch upon a telephone wire.
From my couch, I watch it hop
and shuffle back and forth
along the black cable.
Once, I was that bird.
Before this house, this body, this routine,
I balanced in an oak tree high above the ground;
took flight when threats drew near.
There were no doors to close then.
No windows to peek through.
No climate controls.
Trees. Winds.
Sky. Sun.
I believe this…
cuz it’s troof!
‘Before this house, this body, this routine’, i was a fish, a star, a thought. i like this one. Comforting.
you were, you were, and you were!!! (thank you forever for reading.)
And now I will slip back to sleep imagining myself as a sloth…
Loved this. 🙂
Thanks so much!
My pleasure. 🙂