Only the wind

All these things she’s gathered, magpie-like:
shiny jewels and dreams
delicate feathers and feelings
shore-strewn shells and words
soft-polished stones and ideas

Line her nest
cocooning her from noise and
                     chaos
from fears. standing still.

Push them out of your nest, little bird
one by one
they’ll all fall, flutter, disappear
you have no need of nest or home
you have wings too long unused
 
shake off the dust, reach for higher skies

old words old stories feathers pebbles memories dreams        cannot
save you.

Only the wind can save you, little bird.

Only the wind and the sun and the sky.