Yesterday I woke up early

went down into the basement
crept through the crawlspace
thumbed through dozens of books
looking for one line of poetry
to make me happy.

One lone cardinal perches on the deck.
The high-pitched note he sings
stretches to the Aegean sea
tumbles the walls of Jericho
speaks to an ocean of people
brings me home to myself.

Are you happy, little bird?
Do you sing because you are free
or would you sing even in a cage ?
Would you sing for the joy of the skies
the greening of the watermelon
the first fresh flush of elderberry wine?
Would you sing for freedom?

If I were a bird, I’d fly away
to those faraway seas and shores
I would sing melancholy for days
then I would sing poetry
for the little girls lost
those hunkered down in captivity.