A Rare Bird

Balancing on a beam between caring and not caring, I swan dive off into the river’s roar.

Wet, my heart space opens and fills.   

There was a bird, the rarest of birds, a one-time sighting. A chub of a bird, set upon a mossy branch. I float past it, transfixed on its chest of light blue.

Release thoughts like they’re a grip on a hot iron. And then take a breath and wait; I’ll meet you there.

Love, Jaclynn

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