To Be a Bird

a poem by Dante Dapolonia 2015

When I come back it will be
as a bird
To swim through the air
and see the
World from high places.
This large brain is overrated
as I think
And mammalian warmth
consoling
Only at the breast.
Feathers then and dinosaur heat
battering
Wings against the wind
rising in
To the stark cloud bearing sky.
Squawk I may or sing a choice
of intent
A patterned dance and guileful plumage
setting forth
The wistful flutters of passion.
And fly, for food, for sight
high the wind
Cold against my breast not
consoling
And far above the heavy land.
A bird.
This fat brain forgotten.