Bird in Space
I flirt with Brancusi’s gesture
I’m a bird in space.
As his ghost escorts me to a magic place.
I’m dressed all in colors, neither white nor black.
Ask the begged question, need I come back.
I’ll look nice.
Like a bird in paradise.
Forever caught in mid-flight.
How I long to be.
Sing on Olympus Mons so all the world can see
Perfection in my structure, I have all I need.
There’s not a single stain on my song tonight.
When time is endless and I’m always right.