Cukoo Birds

Do you feel as though we’ve ‘spread’ ourselves?
Stretched ourselves too far - fighting armies
from a multiple of fronts;
like ‘shrink’ wrap lying, warping, slowly against the heat.

Like a pair of cuckoo birds - wound too loosely -
who barely step outside the clock - into the sun;
running - in place - as fast as we can.
Carrying with us a basket full of our misfortunes.

We’ve come from two far camps, equally diverse or simply bland.
What we devise inspire the next of us - the upgrades
inside our four walls - into the sunlight.
Our equation for our offspring is to make them free;
free will is always the standard - the hope - of great people.
Like giant scrolls furled open before us - defining our plans;
read - between the lines is profound, indefinable love.

Do you feel as though we’ve ‘stacked’ ourselves?
Towering from the heights, teetering - swaying
from a multiple of fronts;
like a rising wave, fighting, firmly against the wind.

Like a pair of cuckoo birds - wound too tightly
who would soon as peck at your hand as to shake it;
frozen - in place - praying as humbly as we can.
Carrying with us a basket full of our opportunity and misfortunes.


To Heather
2005