i met a beautiful bird
her feathers half pink and half gold
she waved her wings and clipped
the iron aluminum bent bars of the little cage
she sang a melody i had never heard once before
she soared in place
and for a second i flew
i opened her door
she glided out and landed on the windowsill
and she saw
she saw beautiful trees and laughing kids
heard rolling thunder and
beautiful sparrows and ducks and pigeons
she flew with them on the windowsill
her windowsill flew with her
and went back to her little cage
and soared stationary
because sometimes the only wind we feel
is from the door closing shut
On Sean 