He did not break in the nest,
\nhis shell cast off.
\nI look outdoors at the sky,
\na pale shell.
\nI see an occasional sparrow,
\na morning dove,
\nperched high in the barren branches.
\nI look at what I created
\nout of paper,
\nyellow origami.
\nA bird with stiff bright wings,
\nalert head,
\nwhite beak.<\/p>\n
I\u2019m tempted to place him outside,
\na finch quivering in the winter air.
\nHe is bright and cheerful,
\na playmate for the other birds.
\nFallen from the sun,
\nthrough the clouds,
\nthrough the mist
\nand emerging among us.<\/p>\n
My fingers go to my lips,
\nlike a nervous parent.
\nBe careful now,
\ndo not let him fall,
\nwatch out for rain.
\nHe is new!
\nTell the other birds be careful
\nbut come play with him.<\/p>\n
He is made of gold,
\nsunlight.
\nHe is not meant to be here long.
\nMy fingers curl upon themselves,
\nlet him go,
\ngive him his freedom.
\nTo live
\nyou must prepare to perish
\nif no one is to forget you,
\nyellow, bright, and joyous.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
He did not break in the nest, his shell cast off. I look outdoors at the sky, a pale shell. I see an occasional sparrow,…<\/p>\n