Some experiences cycle back
As if they are saying something,
Something no one wants to hear.
Four times in my life
I’ve encountered a bird stuck in a skylight.
It’s frantically flying upward,
All birds know that is what you do
When you are trapped.
Each time I got creative, used all the tools;
Brooms, sticks, pillow cases, towels.
Scared the bird to death and
Slightly hurt it, no doubt -
But it had to be done to set it free.
Every time I think, “That’s like me and God.”
I’m trying frantically to be free,
Flying upward, or so it seems.
He terrifies me, even hurts me sometimes,
To direct me toward what I need,
What I want,
What I didn’t even know existed.
Some experiences cycle back like echoes.
As if they are saying something no one wants
Why don’t birds learn?
Why don’t I?