Bodies Full of Bird Cages

by Emma Freeman

Maybe

we are all walking around

with bodies full of bird cages

patiently waiting for someone

to bring a key on their breath

to speak a word

or a question

that would slowly travel

across the air

tunneling into our warm, soft darkness

to find its lock

and release the beautiful being

of a tender story

of a subtle memory

of a deeper truth

out

out

out

into the light

between us…