Urvogel.
I am first bird
beginning of
dawn’s chorus.
Woman stood on two legs 65 million years
after Jurassic archaeopteryx fossilized.
Woman in her constant struggle
has forgotten which words
to sing.
To soar again
we must forge new words to
fill and lift
this sunken brokenness.
Beautiful has lost its shine
love & peace, too
overused.
Hope should be more than a wishbook.
Hold this bird in your hand.
Practice harmony –
hear my finely pitched tune
whistling like crystal waters
rushing through hollow bones,
filling woman –
wise in healing
grounded
tender.
Feel
indigo feathers
rustle upon your wings
seeking flight.
Follow.
Sing with open breath
with power
with higher heart.
Go.