Little swallow



I am no swallow
Singing brightly,


Plodding earthbound
soaring blindly,


reciting flatly
dipping low




watching wistfully


Your wingtips graze

My heels clutch
the clouds




the earth

You wear no shackles
I have no wings
to bridle





to offer
your flight





simple escape
Free







Tethered
in a boundless sky


in a mediocre machine
No words, no thoughts
Habits, trivial fears
chain you to the ground
snare me to reality
Spread out below,


Enveloping
a toyland,





a quicksand,
the world





ordinary existence
People,






Timeline,
minute and paltry


static and inevitable

Enviable gift




Featherless wings
A lustrous exit




A tiptoe
from reality





into a swallow's niche
Slipping away




Coveting
from mundane worries

an elusive dream
Drifting above




Crafting my own
raised voices





feathers
and bitter words




and tender wings
Oh, to be untouchable

Someday I will soar