heartbeat

Have you ever held
a wounded bird in your hand
and felt its heart
beating against your pulse,
racing the moments,
heart flying though its wings cannot?
I am a bird, afraid of flight,
looking for courage in the clouds overhead.
How can a creature forget to breathe?
But I do forget for long moments.
Then gasping, I face the
wind head on, waiting for it to lift me.
Hold me in your hands.
Feel my heart beating against your pulse.
Hold me to the wind and
whisper in my ear.
Fly, fly, love, fly.