By Karli Massie
It struck me at once,
the subtle yellow painted on either side of
the diminutive bird perched next to me.
My body leaned towards her
against my will. A sign from the universe.
I was stuck.
She had taken hold of me
and rooted me to the ground.
In her I saw myself.
Quiet, steady, sure. But fleeting and free;
Capable and ready in a moment
And so she did.
It was unexpected, and yet so sure.
And in this great contradiction, that fleeting
moment, I did not hide my amazement
there, at the city center.
I made myself a spectacle.
A witness to the way