a poem a day for a year #357

by Amy Turn Sharp


just give in
be restless no more
see the bird flying across your sky
dark dot fast movement
let it take your air away 
imagine being so free
they look down at us
the winged creatures
and feel so sad 
their four-chambered hearts 
swift like love
beat on like a laugh stretching 
for miles
we can't even count
on our hands