A Small White Song Bird

I dreamed of a bird
a small white song bird
Flittering through the trees
and while I watched entranced...

Flittering all through the forest
and then Flittering out of the forest...
...through the gardens...
Flittering eventually right to me
slipstreaming in through
a small, just barely open window-

A square window
my portal
What is this house
this place of creaking boards and books
This construction where sand becomes glass
and cotton becomes clothing...

Fluttering right inside
Fluttering down
to land on my
instinctively
upturned hand
like water cupped

The small white song bird
stood still on my open palm
connected to my flesh
and all my feelings

momentarily

his delicate twig feet
lightly rooted in my hand
his voice and wings at rest
weightless and white
unlike any song bird I have ever seen
or heard
he looked up into me
beseeching
or searching
or simply seeing
I do not know

but i felt blessed
looking back

for one perfect moment

And then the small white song bird
fluttered up
and away
slipstreaming
out the open window
back from where he came...

His flight and song resumed
Flittering all through the trees

poem & picture copyright ©2008 Anne Selden Annab
The Fairy Garden Poems # 24