OK, first
you have to get it to be still
for a while:
Bring your hands in gently
on its crazed, self-harming struggles
Hold it so close that it can’t flutter,
till it calms.
Then all the loud repeating voices
pacing through your consciousness
inciting one another to a greater din
will cease,
startled to silence by the pause within.
They will look on in awe
as you take your soul
cradling it
to the open window
Reach your hands outside
And let it go.
©Wendy Mulhern
January 11, 2013