wings.

Birds have always found me

when I've needed wings the most.

Yesterday one

flew to my windowsill

and preened her feathers

picked at her legs

scratched dust from her head.

I hadn't seen one

take the time like she was

taking on

herself.

I watched her wings

spread out when she needed

space for her beak

and fold up when they

got in her way.

It cost her nothing.

It made me think about how

much time I spend

thinking my wings have to stay

ready for flight

with my feet planted on the earth.

How the air can

just be breeze

and doesn't need to push me

anywhere.