I travel inwardly
as well as outwardly
looking for stories to
change someone’s future outlook
& for words that
hang together the delicate
& uplifting
The golden light perches on the cane
& our pet Mynah bird listens
& repeats all the bird song he hears
& then calls to me to have a conversation
about the inward & the outward
ways he sees my world
Looking at our family pull
in & out of the driveway
or my daughter shooting arrows
into cane
I wonder if he would like to fly free
& yet remember that he always
comes back to us
because we are his flock
& that most people would shoot
him because he is a pest
But to us he is our song bird
a feathered family member
calling us to sunrise
calling us to dream