I want to fly
like a blue bird
wielding my wings,
to roam a land
not dared by all
I want to see
the ocean depths
where the starfish
and crustaceans
wander bravely through
the dark, watery trenches
I want to hear
the call of a barn owl
their hisses and coos
and screeching howls
a warning to those
who near their owlets
I want to feel
the rumbling earth
beneath my feet
like a critter who burrows
to earth’s deepest layers
I want to create
like the performer
who aligns with the divine
and expresses human life
in all it comprises
About the Creator
Jess
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