How to sing
To nest, to winter
We, with our man made wings are always trying to be something we are not
(g)od, if we could be,
with our towers to heaven,
Our face paint
Our laughter when we are dying inside
(It always looks like your life is wonderful)
I do not have a face that can lie anymore and sometimes it is the death of the day, the sourness
But it took me years to learn how to cry and forgive
It took me years to find joy in turning over the soil,
Or the way the light presses his chest up against the windowsill
but I had to say no to many things to get here
I always wondered why old people were always talking about birds
Why a bluebird made my grandpa light up
(I hope he is covered in them now)
Now I understand
There are many griefs on this earth
We can focus on them
The winters of life
Or we can find birds.
