it’s hard
He who binds to himself a joy does the winged life destroy.
But he who kisses the joy as it flies, lives in eternity’s sunrise. —William Blake
it’s hard
not to grab hold
of joy
beg her to stay
an honored guest
I’ll feed her tidbits
croon lullabies
wash her feet
but she only remains
when allowed
to wing in
and perch
for a flash or a day
if you let her be,
she may loiter nearby
delighted she’s free
fluffing her feathers
flitting in the light
sharing her joy
2023 ©Amrita Skye Blaine
I’m writing a poem a day. These are drafts—not final versions.