You looked out the the window
And swore a swan was perched
Eating your birdseed.
We laughed into the blooms of spring
As your spirit unraveled its spun silk
Into that invisible bird, still
Tethered, watching back through the pane,
Until the whole of you was ready.
A day closer to the summer solstice,
That woven fabric of grace
Shook the magnolia trees
And every fiber of every living thing
Pushed the spun silk web into flight.
We all have birds to let go of.
If you get the chance
To hold such a warm and wriggling life
In human hands, realize
It is just as precious as your fear.
Allow fingers to fall away from feathers
And watch the grace circles in the sky,
navigating from memory.
Trust the silken strings inside a bird
That have forever imprinted on home.