Sara, you’re a book I’d like to read,
lately when I dream I keep turning pages,
I won’t claim to be the one you need,
smiling when we meet, we are mostly strangers..
you’re so at ease,
is there a secret you could show to me?
fortune cookie wisdom to pull out and read that makes it easy, easy?.
maybe you could teach me about birds,
things you learned at work, charting their migrations,
while all I do is string together words,
a chorus and a verse, my penny observations,
they’re almost free,
is there a secret you would trade with me?
all the cookie fortunes tell us “learn Chinese”: easy, easy..
though I can’t fly, I have dreams where I’m a human kite,
feather-light, it seems that I can ride the skies so easy, easy..
I found a book of birds I’ve never seen,
you knew all their names, I woke up turning pages…