I want to be taken,
stolen, and turned into love, to think
only in the moment, moving
like wind and silently sighing in the ears
of those who refuse to see.
They are stones, immovable and solid,
but unknowing of the joy in movement,
the liveliness in water, the singing in the air.
I am a bluebird, crossing the white clay sky,
riding on cloudy ocean currents.