Rocky Lagou

Ye Wings of Wisdom

I,

The stasis in colorless fluids –

I,

The residue of Love.

I believe...

I am breathing,

My incubation has warmed my plumes –

I, the living Embryo – am ripe.

I sense this space is getting too tight –

Lift – the beak until it’s upright.

Peck, peck, peck – Light.

Behold, the eggshell’s cracked –

The morning engulfs my pupils –

And I see.

And I see.

Whoosh, dip, dive, around...

Surrounds me – Full spectacle of flight –

Forested air, humid, sparkling –

I swear it’s almost fizzing.

As the wings encircle me –

My mandibles begin to plead – open me please.

My claws, and thighs, ask – release this tension.

I stretch my being – and my spine aligns...

And the ones around – elevate beyond my eyeline –

With an ascent, and swoop, and dancing spirit –

Around the nature’s distilled purity –

Flowers blush in pinks and ruby radiance –

And the nest below my feet seems dull now –

I want to join the chirps, and the rich prismatic twinkles –

Each passing bird flutters a trace of pixie dust as they fly by,

And I want to test my own wings.

Thou beauty,

Art so wonderous –

Golden are the wings – that pass me by –

And – inspire.

Approaching the edge of my branch –

I breathe in the beaming sense of existence –

And I live –

And I live –

And I see –

And I see –

And I dive.