• Lorraine Johnson

#6 Flutter of Existence

And there I was

sitting by the sunshine pouring through my drafty window—

as fall settled in and the leaves began to let go—

seeking, defining, unveiling that which holds me

when you came, perched as I knew you, a bird.

A bird who knows how to build a house yet

with wings to fly away,

to gather, to experience and return.

And in that moment you were you, revealing yourself to me—

your flutter of existence

the chirp outside my window,

building a nest to be near, to remind me—

you always were,

and never left.


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