Lonely Bird Poem by Thabani Khumalo

I'm a lonely bird of the night.
I fly afar above the darkest clouds.
The owls and the bats are my closest clans.
The pigeons and the doves are birds not calm
And every being with them forms a restless crowd.
So, high I fly in the lightning sky
Humming down the thunderous sounds
And pray in vain for an endless night.

Rare and rarer are ones like I;
The dim of soul and the bright of spirit.
Lest I land my claw in the fire flames
And sing no more to the pouring rain,
So high I fly safely and vow to die;
To spread my wings and glide without end.
At last, I know I'm the oldest of the very rare
And the search in vain goes to worry my heart.
When, in life, will i ever learn
That keeping worry only blinds my sight?