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| Anthropomorph III (Ambivalence)—Donna Dechen Birdwell |
arrived in the night,
after the sun
fell asleep.
She popped up
like a bean stalk,
with feathers
on her arms.
Her feet rooted,
unable to go
and nothing to see
and only one job to do:
to wonder.
What else might there be
and are there others
like me?
Are things like this
or different?
Will I get tired...here?
And where is here, anyway?
I hear something—my feathers are blowing.
Why can't I remember
where I came from?
My mind is empty.
I reach in
the darkness
to see
what else is here.
I lift up one foot
and then
another.
I can take a step.
But where am I—
where will I go?
Oh I see something now—
over there.
How bright
that is!
What comes next?
I will fly.
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