with the birds I’ll share this lonely view

you want to be bigger than this mortal flesh;
loved and loved by another
comfortable heart to grow into
and seed immortality
in bloodlines

you want to be grand and say, “God has my face”;
praying in temples
hoping to reach a peace
continually unraveled
by their unwillingness

sit on a mountain and see with me
sit in the water and feel with me
God is not a person, not anything you can hold
sit with the birds and understand
to seek God is to try to make sense
the birth of the first wind