Poetry

The New Normal

by Barbara Jean Gravlee
06/24/12
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Circling, circling, the old bird glides

Searching not for prey, but the nest

The old one blew away, gone in a minute

She’s left to find her way, but slowly

Where will the New Normal be found?

Where will she finally alight?

Carving her way through passing clouds

The veil is moving, slowly

Come little bird, says a voice in the wind

Follow the current rising

Take your eyes off the promise of twigs

They’re dry, and easily broken

That was then, this is now… Come, said the voice

And finally yielding, she lifts

Rising on a current both soft and strong

Higher than she’s ever been

Clearer than clear, lighter than light

The air in her face is heaven

What’s that, she asks, as colors break forth

Transforming the distant sky

Colliding, combining, designing and climbing

Such beauty as she’s never seen

I made it for you, little bird

Take wing!

Your New Normal is on the horizon