Bird

Poised

In stillness

For an instant

Then

Opening

Cutting the air

With slicing feather sounds

As the beating starts

Flight

Potential

Tags

Free Verse, Poetry

I hear you calling me
Reaching out to me
Simmering possibilities
Plausibles
You touch me
Prodding
Pulling
Seeking my attention
SInging a siren song
You entice me
Tease me
The way a breeze
Plays with the grasses
The way a wind interacts
In a dance with a flag
The way the ripples spread in water
Touching all
Without a word
Tomorrow’s child
You beseech me
Draw me out
In ways yet unknown