Blackbird

Blackbird, stalking in the sky,
In a world so open, you must encircle why?
Nature is, and humans be,
Is it time or is it me?

Father Rock's jagged edges cleave and cut,
Mother Sun's glowing light forces eyes to shut,
Sister Wind's gusts whip hard and sharp,
Brother River's stream runs faster than the heart.

I say, "I do not move, I am here,"
I feel "breath is fleeting, you are near."
Blackbird, with flight so easy and slow,
In a world so open, where must you go?

Today I untangle your ugly, your dark and your wrath,
This moment I see all, even the shadow of your path,
You do not come, and as I wait, the air grows clear,
I proudly say, it is because, "I am here."