i come like a bird
more than like a lion and
i hope that maybe there is some
sense in me now
maybe there is a bit of the owl
after all my night flying
god knows i've spent so much time on
catching rodents
but, rather,
to be a blue bird, light and
flitting to you
coming on a wind
a wind that is your hand
that is your breath
that is your longing
knowing it is your gift
and not my strength
that has brought us here.