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Somewhere a bird stumbles 

out of its

fragile night,

wet with promise,

stunned by life

and one day it will

sing the daydream-colored

song it learned in heaven,

something about

unquestioning love

and creation: 

so much glitter,

diamond waves,

weightless on the

tips of reborn oaks 

as if green needed 

more melodies,

and I chase the starry flutes,

rise and fall with 

miraculous wings

and step out of 

ideas such as limits

and moments with

a beginning and end. 

So easy.

One thin shell between fear

and understanding.

An infinity right now and for

now, nothing hidden.

With that hawk rewriting

a simple sky and a crowd

of music all over 

free-flowing blue,

I stumble out of my fragile night

and remember a song

of creation.

Patricia Joan Jones