Creative Corner #2

Just been listening to a bit of Teddy Thompson (why oh why), most depressing it must be said. Great singer songwriter, but king of the break up song. Check out "Seperate Ways" if you're feeling self-indulgently mopey about a split (I'm not and it still gets to the bones...). So on that theme, I introduce the second poem of this blog. Make of it what you will:

Migration

He asked "so what is it like to be a bird?"
I answered "I am coasting above logic,
And trying hard to coast above hurt.
This is what I dreamed of
When I heard the distant song of the north
Drawing me up, against all natural law,
To the boom, to the roar, to the cold song
Of freedom. I reside now
In the colliding airs that make up
The light and the clouds,
My steps perilous, far above ground,
On a lordless, flockless migration,
Away from love, but following songlines.
This is what it is like to be a bird."