bird on a wire by matthew ladensack

bird sits alone
content on a plastic wire
he knows nothing of this unnatural substance
of which he perches his feet
he still sings my childhood song
while i sit here knowing
observing caring
no one else can see this secret
no one else can make this
mind - matter
sound - spatter
connection
we are all alone
and always will be
until we learn to hug ourselves and embrace
our aloneness
or vocalize the vibrations sitting in our throats