Michael Cannon – Tiny Bird © 2015
I want to hold you, tiny bird,
light in the palm of my hand.
I can’t see you, or hear your breathing.
I just dream you’re there.
So small, so fragile, so full of promise,
for your story to unfold.
But I know you must do other things.
You’ve another life to learn.
Before we had the chance to meet,
you’d already flown away.