Little hungry bird
Somewhere below my solar plexus
Flitting here and there
Mouth always open
Squawking about something missing
If only…. then… squawk
Pushing against the boundaries of me
As if my aura was an elastic film you can’t escape
Pushing here and there
Flying against this flexible invisible membrane
Flying up my spine and into my hands
Needing something more
Reaching with fidgeting fingers
Flitting up through synapses
Simultaneously stimulating a series of synchronous firings
Question, idea, what if…if only…then…squawk
Little hungry bird
Eyes closed, gaping beak
Up, up, opening up,
squawking feed me
Shh, here, I hear you
I acknowledge you
Let me find the tenderest morsel I can offer
Not the quick fix you might have me drop into your mouth
Not the scroll snack snap back spark you seek
Here I give you my breath
I turn my attention to you
Walking briskly under the clouds
And the sun that refuses to shine
I give thanks for you
Na/GloPoWriMo Day 22:
Small Burdens 