Sometimes all it takes is a shift in view to remember the sky has always been within reach. This poem about perspective captures how even in the most ordinary places, beauty and freedom wait for us to notice.
On the ledge of a strip mall roof,
thin legs balance round white bodies,
each bird a small vessel of patience.
One wingspan apart,
their heads tilt,
their still eyes scanning the air.
Without warning,
they lift their wings like doors swung open,
step into the void,
and let the wind carry them upward
into the deep blue morning.
From here, the parking lot seems small,
and I remember,
even from concrete,
the sky is never far.
