Homing Pigeon

Hello there brain,

Star-crossed lover,

What are you thinking?

Time to fly south for the winter?

You haven’t left in forever!

Finally sick of icy precipitation

weeping between the cracks?

Of defective affection,

Numb around the edges.

My mantra a soliloquy,

Inhale or exhale,

I still can’t breathe.

Negativity seems to breed malady.

Positivity begets felicity.

Leave dim raw broken behind

Spread dusty wings

And relearn how to fly!

Gasp warm rays of welcome words,

Tender hues of joyful thoughts.

Oh to feel the freedom of daydreams!

Spiritual saturation of the sanguine!

My thawed out feathered head

Ascending past storm clouds

Homebound again.