AS IN A DREAM

I saw a bird with injured wing

ride home: a slow and troubled flight

of feathered heart

I marveled that so sweetly brave

the damaged bird could rise again

to tree-life height

while my faint heart with wounded wings

lay pained and still

Then came upon the solemn air

a vibrant trill

as though the homeward bird had sent

its song to me

that I might find a haven, too,

my own high tree