Wishing... Poem by Almedia Knight-Oliver

I'm taking my early morning stroll- - what's
That fluttering sound I'm hearing!
I paused and looked the direction of the musical sound,
And seeing several birds perched on a limb,
Why—asking myself, are they're pecking in order?

These exhilarating four-miles walk around the park
Helps me think and link images and words
Providing my mind the freedom to roam, since, I have
Problems staying in pecking order like others!
Gee! Life is filled with tons of things, but
My daily thoughts and walks dominate mines

I wish I were a bird—but wait a minute- -
Why a bird that one would want to be?
For opened and busy minds have much to sort through-
Like the distance between society's norms and ours

I'm liken graceful birds, wearing colorful plumage well,
Singing sweet song, and inspiring artists, poets
And musicians for years…all of which necessitate
That which others dare…

When blustery winters arrive, I will
Rise on the crisp wings of the wind, then
Develop my own wings on the way to
Endless possibilities.



Spring early 1995…