American Cyborg

45. Bluebird's Birthday

 

Bluebird’s Birthday

by Albatross, September 2018

 

The birds rise up in celebration
It is Bluebird’s birthday
They ruffle and preen
Open their variegated beaks
Sing songs and gather seeds
Even the raptor’s dives
Are not with talons out
But with wings spread
They twirl and dance for Bluebird

I see you in the walled garden, Laura
Tending and nurturing
Encouraging growth from dead soils
Up they wriggle toward the light
And you guide them all along the way
Caring, showering them with happy rain
That even lands among the neighbors
We are those wisteria shoots, Love
Wrangling each other on our knitted paths

I believe that we were two albatrosses once
Dancing with each other over rocky shores
Slipping our beaks over wings long missed
Smoothing out love feathers
For epic flights of yearning
But always returning home
To nestle the breast of the other
While arctic winds batter grassy nests
And rocks howl all around us

I believe that we were starlings once
Entangled in our murmurations
Above the grassy rolling hills
Creating beauty with collective flights
That whirl through twilight  
Like galaxies in the village
And topple into symbols
A cacophonous smiling flock
Laying waste to countrysides of jazz

I see you in the walled garden, Laura
And the clouds are charged and change like your eyes
If rain will fall then I will become drenched in the rain
When lightning strikes then I will howl the thunder
If a twister crashes down then I will Dorothy up
When all is calm then I will lie in the fields
And blow kisses up at those skies
Run fingers over the smooth grass
Soak in the slipping sunrise

The birds rise up in celebration
Their nests are soggy with Dibon
I hear your steps along our halls
You understand all the signs and symbols
That reside in frames upon our walls
Laura, I love you, Miffy, Bluebird, mein Schatz
When we sit sipping coffee under the wisteria
We are those wisteria shoots, Love
Wrangling each other on our knitted paths