A trippy poem about a vision of a wounded bird that sits outside my window, I'm concerned. |
-Lonesome Bird of Worry- by Keaton Foster Outside My window Beyond All that is capable There in the distance A wooden post A marker of division A proper form of separation Beyond it are places Locations That I’ve never been Destinations That I could never go An entire universe Beyond my home Of such a place I’ve been exposed Except for in my mind Uncomfortable am I Further expressing such an idea Upon that wooden post Stands a single bird A wounded creature No doubt within The process of healing God I at least hope When I first spotted him His wounds looked grievous Now they look calloused Yet his figure The image of his shape Expressed by shades of light Seems somewhat disfigured Such grotesqueries of shape Can never be put back Presently He cannot obtain lift More importantly He cannot escape any of this His days of soaring high Far beyond you and I Are for the most part behind Even if he somehow escapes death Even if what is broken mends I’m unsure if he’ll ever fly If he’ll ever kiss the sky again Such uncertainty Whether real or faked Is the foundation of my fate The core of what keeps me here Looking out my window Instead of living outside Such a self-imposed prison I have given him a name A proper way of identification Lonesome bird of worry For you and your plight Truly I have begun to feel sorry I don’t know How you were injured I have no idea If was because of people Or if was some other creature I just don’t know any of it All that I am increasingly aware of Is that each new day you are there Upon that wooden post Outside my window Beyond all that is capable From there, in the remoteness Your eyes peer back at me Your pain soars the distance I’m sure that you know Far greater than I That one day you’ll Either fall or soar away Or die somewhere in between I’m sure that you Know your own fate Just as I understand mine Lonesome bird of worry Your name neither praise or glory Your image increasingly clear Your wounds healing because of time I just hope beyond all that I can You will have enough… Lonesome Bird of Worry Written by Keaton Foster Copyright © 2014. |