The Bird

It was the kind of bird that

always gave Brian a thrill.

A big, hawk-like creature, with

wings spread, flying high above the ground.

 

I remember gazing for similar birds

while on our rafting trip together.

I felt a twinge of heartache

a memory, an association, a sadness.

 

While looking up at this bird, I also felt jealous.

For it had the whole sky over which to soar.

It had total freedom, liberation.