Little one
orphaned wanderer
fallen from your home
I hold you gently in my hand
humbled to the core.
Pray your wing is not broken,
nor your fright greater than mine.
In your great splendor
I ache to see you stretch out
your wings and soar
impervious to fear.
I pray, too
that each breath of wind
kisses you, and you
greet the world, carrying the
dance-like echo of my heartbeats.
And every dream unveiled
in my words,
until the world drops away
and you enter eternity.
Little wanderer
where is your home?
I long to see you soar,
all my thoughts fly with you.
—Stephen Cipot
