I’ll Be The Bird

Coasting now 
in the lift & drift
near sunlight,

gliding soundless
on the wind’s
billowy offering.

I long to make it 
to the water’s 
sandy edge,

fluffed feathers 
setting down
in foam.

I scan the vastness
for direction
and find 

only horizon.
I float weightless
between sky

and sea.
I’ll be the bird
who carries a twig 

in my mouth
to drop,  
ever so carefully, 

onto the water 
to rest upon

when currents still 
and night falls
and my wings tire.