The Bird Who Fell from the Sky
by Gabrielle Bryant-Gainer
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Once there was a bird world filled with light
And every bird had the gift of dream & flight
Then one day a man tore the light from his wing
And now the birds are used as offerings
For the humans who cover the earth in ash and oil
And through them all good things may spoil
But one day the birds shall come again
Find the flight that was stolen from them
And soar through the galaxy on magical wings
To see the distant planetary swings
Of all the world united under one solitary beak
A beak of hope for all who chose to believe
In Chirp, the greatest traveler ever seen
Who could travel at night
through the waves of light
and see all that was once unseen
My name is Chirp, and I am a bird. I've been flying in circles around this planet for eons. I have grown as old as the great redwood tree because I know more than you do, my fledgling, about the aerodynamics of space travel, the distance between our galaxy and the distant world of Urania. You laugh, scoff, and mock me. But one day you shall see my birdy powers in action.
I am also quite versed in poetry. Uni-verse, humans who have named everything after a single poem, forget the powers of their own minds. Oh the sky, the seas, the places I've been are nothing compared to the short little beaks on your faces. Look there, my wing points to a sparkling star somewhere and none of the other birds have ever flown so high.
As the big sun settles down over our forest tree tops, I slip into our little love nest. Lark, my dear wife, huddles over my fledglings when it begins to rain. The big oak tree protects us from all the harm of the predatory earth. But you'll see. You'll see the powers of the bird one day. What a little magic flight can do.
I close my eyes in a blink; then I begin to soar again. They call it space travel, but I call it bird travel. I lift out of myself and still I sleep in their reality. I'm traversing the chirping tones of the galaxy; seeing with my own bird-eyes the unique world of space.
I read the minds of humans, and learn their secrets. To my friends, I am the quiet bird-sage of the village. To family and relatives, I'm just a quirky Chirp. But they know, deep down I'm sure, that I am more than that. If only they could understand and feel the astral wind as I fly around in virtual realms.
Once, a long time ago, birds were much larger than humans or even the great buffalo. They had teeth the size of your head, and they soared through an ancient earth unknown to ours. There, where the prehistoric worms and bugs could feed a bird village.
I traveled there, once, when I was a mere fledgling myself. That was when the great gift of dream flight was new to me. I would wake up in my nest and jump off into the sky, only to wake up later safe at nest and unharmed. I saw giant beasts, cats as big as mountains, bugs as tall as skyscrapers, and a world frightening and mysterious.
I also saw our greatest ancestor, who was ten or perhaps twenty times as big as I. He spoke to me, for he had the gift of dream flight as well. He told me that one day all the birds would have the gift of dream flight again. That one day we could soar into space just as we flap our wings and fly.
Oh yes, I can see it now. Great skyscrapers and towers billowing smoke, statues falling over, and the night gone black. Our future is sometimes bleak my little beaks. Yet, we still have hope. We must make ourselves known to the humans who control this world with their doings.
We have to overthrow the humans, to destroy their towering cities and get rid of their machines that turn the world into inky black evil! We must take back our land, my bird-feathered-friends. We must take away their need for destruction by destroying that which destructs! Chirp! What I am saying, chirp, is that it is time for the birds to take back what has been theirs all along. With my bird gifts I can aid in the fight to win back the universe.
For I AM the greatest bird who's ever existed.
One day we shall make it to the great bird-land, and all shall fly freely in glory for the new world of freedom flyers will make headway. I am the bird who can see the future and the past! All hail the revolution, chirp!
To all who stormed across my dust-scorned cities
and in a speckle of dust
I was a lost and hopeless cause
I give my silent awe, at the mocking bird bystander
Whose shadow knows now only nods and applause
I was never broken, though I wandered
through memorized templates of time&history
and yet I knew no home, of mine was no memory
To all who gathered my dreams and dispersed
Like ripples on a waving sea, it was I!
You took from those streets, it was me
Who clothed you, who took you into my heart
We are the stars you've forgotten, we are the specks
That you've learned to leave nameless, we are each
the homeless dreamers, those strangers
whose dangerous lives entwine
no one will ever meet us, though we dance
as if there were no broken lines
for someday the bird will fall from the sky
and we will hover, you and I
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Wow! This is a stunning piece; part poetry, part prose poetry; wholly unique; what a striking poetic gift from God.