In the buoyancy of your wings I find solace
Soaring in the ever changing winds
North or south not a consideration
Whoever bothers about directions in your presence?
You lay me down in the nested swamps
Yet warmth is my welcome embrace
You feed me with damp straws
Yet I have no desire for anything else
In your absence the water submerges me
Drowning the amnesia of my being
I struggle against the current in exhaustible folly
For when does a bird soar against the wind?
Shaken in despair, I watch for your return
Battered and bruised in my ego’s cloak
You sweep me up for yet another flight
Graceful in your wings, you embrace me with indifference