I would not presume
That is was you
It was only in my waking
That I thought of you
As the little bird
Trapped there in the middle
Of another dream
All that stayed to trust
The glimmer of the dawn
How she came to me
And how I sensed she didn’t belong
I offered her a perch
And without hesitation
She hopped on
We peered into the corners
Of the room
The sharp and angular confines
Of a world that somehow never fit
And knew that it was time
And I walked her to the door
And when the possibility poured in
Not a moment did she lose
She flew as though her heart
Had always known the way
A silver arrow
Straight into another realm
And then the realization came
A free little bird
Never regrets
Never looks back
I would not presume
That it was you
But only that I felt a joy
A peace
Because I knew she made it
Safely home
Sara Mathews April 2018
