a bird who migrates locates in relation
where fence posts once held bird houses,
skulls or mens hats now decorate barbed wire
defining property without accounting for theft.
are the bluebirds still visiting in heat and smoke
or is it their spirits who now follow and guide?
when i first met myself, i travelled by crisis
wondering if love could find me while wandering
arbitrary companions, combative interpretations
leaving was survival, arrival momentary relief
for leaving again was carried as certainty
amulet for survival within uncertain settings
returning can only heal by bringing new strength
bluebird guidance for joy, for protection
for placing today within future generations
migratory birds still themselves and nest
knowing times before and after the egg will wait,
and eggs, or ideas, grow wings and fly alongside.
moon connections hold steady through fog
mental knowing between growing heartbeats
travelling together or visiting, shared stories
each flies with threads of place and longing
even those whose homes are here – for lost love
when justified anger won’t weaken but awaken.
to know the road I roam is home enough
to find space in any place is spirit
to seek and receive while giving and living
is the hope where all hopes rest, renewing
grieving held few tears, just waiting for water
rain following destinies to one side or another
remembering where I come from, while flying
sometimes the songs follow, others they greet me
singing until my own songs find me
moments, miracles, working within and together.