As I write this, you’re resonating in me.
There’s a tiny thrashing in my cells.
You’re the iridescent hummingbird that flickers in my fibers.
I feel it all the time.
I can’t escape that little bird;
I try to restrain her, try to press her down; but I can’t;
I’ve grown to love her so-
She sings to me as I lay my head to slumber each night like a
And picks my bones
In morning to wake me.
I’ve never had such a beautiful creature live in me before.
I just don’t know what to do, or what to say, or how to act.
I feel so damn vulnerable!
That tiny bird can grind me like a stone.
That scares me.
I’m not ashamed to admit that-
So fly on, my Pajarita!
Fly high on through the night and the stars, the moon and the sun.
Soar through the constellations and sing-
Just be sure to
Come back home
And nest in my cage of bone.
dicicco cosentino ©