Sky
What I am learning by watching blue birds....
We are still waiting for them to fly. If you’re reading these randomly, you might want to go back and read the blue bird poems in order—the order I wrote them as I am witnessing their new life emerging.
And this waiting is stirring up all sorts of things in me. Any parent—any soul—can probably relate.
Maybe today…
It feels good to write a another poem about what this is triggering in me as I watch them.
Stephen
