The Fraternity of Avian Beings

Each morning
at my window,
my face swollen
from the night of slumber
and succulent dreaming,
coffee hot in my mug
and mind fresh with thinking,
I surrender my attachment to the earth
as it has come to hold me still
and join the fraternity of avian beings
beckoning me
from just outside the glass
and wooden nest
I have built for myself
on the edge of the dancing grasses
and light of this field.

In this place
I sing,
not for a mate
or to mark my territory,
but rather
for the joy
of my life
and the honorable gift
that can only be given away
when the voice
and the heart
are taken into flight.