The Song of Belonging

See, really see, the subtleties in the way the swan soars

over the puddles,

the mountains, and

the flickering ferns.

Begin your journey like a

gentle breeze

rising free

in the heat of a Great Oven.

Be the treasured feather your lover

dips into her dark pool of ink.

Be the blood blushing in a soft body slowing

down.

Be the buzz of a bee sliding

between the silky, smooth thighs of a poppy.

Be the surprising iris on a canvas

dripping with desire.

Be the rich pigment

on a palette,

confined by nothing

but the will to imagine.

Whoever you are, no matter how lonely,

just open your wings to belonging, like the swan gliding,

to something as broad and free as the great, blue sky.