A bird of a different feather

See around me, people in their flocks,

Wheeling and swooping in formation,

Knowing their place in the order.

Here am I, a bird of a different feather.

Wings outstretched, riding the currents,

Sometimes dropping like a stone.

Wide reach, long flight, back to that

Big nest built on the mountain top.

My chicks waiting to be fed.

Swooping and dipping, rising and falling,

Wondering how it feels; to know your

Place in the order of things; to fly

Connected, clear that your flock is

Always around you, your place is known.

Silver threads, invisible in the air.

Lone bird. Riding the winds. Earth,

Wind, sky, nest. Seeking to

Inhabit a wide open world.