No, you can’t go back
into that egg, little bird.
Consider the rush of wind,
the beat of wings, the power
of the updraft. Consider
the glide, the taut curve
that held you and the air
in that exquisite relation,
the slight turn of feathers
that let you carve the sky

You really don’t want to go back
to being passive, helpless, dark –
you really don’t wish to not know anything
but some obscure external warmth
and some small flutter
of potentiality

Though it may seem
that the migration that awaits is long,
and that the wind grows cold
and you are all alone,
great arcs of grace await you
all along the way –
you’ll  be escorted by the knowledge
of many generations. More importantly,
you are discovering,
each flight filled day
just what you are.

©Wendy Mulhern
May 21, 2021