I want to leave the nest and rise
so high I never will return to earth
but from their hatchling birth
my nestlings depend on me for life.
There are these little mouths to feed,
beaks upturned, unbroken wall of cries.
I am the one to intercede with death
as among the twigs and leaves they lie.
One day I'll teach my fledgling babes to fly,
soar and gain the highest breeze.
On that day, I too shall rise again,
high into the feathering sky,
reclaim my place among the clouds,
deny my presence in the disappearing crowds.