I bend and stoop extending outward
reaching upward in search of space
but I am root-bound and so soft inside.
I need someone to guide me.
A wild bird whose granite feathers span a pagan forest.
Take me with you above the soaring sea hawk,
across the murmuring waves, your wings full of wind,
take me over and far beyond the lofty clouds.
Sheila Brown art “bird over the sea”