Hands open.
Watch the bird alight.
It can't stay. But while it is here, let it captivate.
Appreciate that something wild has chosen boldly, if only for a minute.
If I stay very still
If my whispers are soft enough
This could be your hiding place.
You have to choose it.
But I think you want it.
I will leave my hands open.
You know how to love. You just don't know how to stay.
