Poem February 19, 2018 Issue

As a trusting bird

Elizabeth Mata

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The sparrow stills 
as I clip entrapping mesh—
my heart pushing out, wordless, 
to Love’s honed serenity that 
cuts through all entanglement.
At the last snip—no slow perk-up, 
no halting from its trust—just sudden 
full-blown flight; the questions, 
what if I can’t do it?
what if I can’t?
what if I …?
loosen and
let go.

—Elizabeth Mata

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