- Lorraine Johnson
 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.