The essence

The bird

The mud-hut under the eave
where I winter
is just a bridge
between this home and the home beyond
and is also a dyke between them.Its risk

of falling apart at any time
worries me not for my trust
is in my wings that flap,
put what's not mine
behind me.

Poetry by yoonoos peerbocus
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Written on 2019-10-17 at 07:38

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Marie Cadavieco The PoetBay support member heart!
Yes, a bird need not fear falling, since he can fly. I enjoyed this insightful comment on the freedom of such a creature. He owns nothing, and so can fly away without so much as a backward glance. Should we learn from him? We are encumbered by what we have, thus we sacrifice freedom for possessions.