Today's poem is by J. P. Dancing Bear
Invent the words you long to hear. Speak them.
Sooner or later, they'll come back to you.
At dawn, we let our hybrids fly free of their cages and watched
them disappear into the twilight.
And like the old adage about love and setting something loose, we waited
the long seasons for their return, believing we had built them
to withstand migrations across continents, from pole
to poledriven by unseen magnetism and inner compasses.
Like any parent or creator, worry and conjecture would get the best
of our minds, but somewhere faith crept back through our shadows
rose in us a new day of prayer. Sure all the other ecosystems
and niches had been fine, the need for a new species was
not an obvious oneNature does more than abhor
vacuums. And after we had resolved ourselves to failure,
had finally seen hope disappear on the horizon, they came back
to us, changed by weather and terrain, different than we knew them.
Strange chirps and songs. Did we truly invent anything
that hadn't already dreamt of air within its feathers?
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