I Am

How special am I

When I am but the bird

pecking for seeds

in a hand that may feed

How special am I

When I am but the hand

offering grain

to a sparrow’s crave

How special am I

When I am but the eyes

Softening so

As the fennel stalks grow

How special am I

When I am but the fern

Reaching for sun

But not so much as to burn

So special am I

When I am but the bird

Tilting its head

Towards a palm with bread

So special am I

When I am but the hand

extending fully

With grace and empathy

So special am I

When I am but the life

Feeling and giving

And creating with meaning

-July 2nd, 2026