The uncageable bird no longer flies free,

chains of ‘real life’ crossing  across her

broad tail-feathers and beautiful wings.

 

The world heard her roar,

or enough people to make it a shared

beautiful

and otherworldly case of loving and losing,

but never thinking about the losing for long.

 

I still don’t know what love means –

the thoughts dance on my sweating, red face –

and I’m not sure I ever will.

 

Time flies –

a bird freed and straight and endless –

whether you’re having fun

or not.