Lost

Fear is the heart of shame.

Have we lost something?
Was it there, was it
real in the first place?
It came and gone and came
and went again.
A bird who can’t remember its way home –
Circling round jet streams
settling in a rotted tree
until it falls –
Never knowing from whence it came
or which way next –
Singing sweetly always
but never straight
so you don’t see it coming
but you know when it’s gone.

EJZ 03.16.2015

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