to start is the thing

to start is the thing:

to acknowledge the absence of wings
yet to leap from the nest
singing, into the arms of the wind

to begin

we are aimless
beautiful blameless
charting no course
we are doodles on maps
we are frost crossing glass
we are birds who sing
for the joy of the voice
for the love of the sound
of the forest alive
and breathing

to go is the point
to explore to enjoy
to build nothing up
and neither tear down
to sing
for the love of the sound.