What if I speak like the wren?
The cardinal, the jay – what if
I voice my thoughts purely,
so not even the thickest plight
can conceal me?
What if I dress like the finch?
The ring-neck, the hawk – what if
I wear my patterns clearly,
so that merely one sighting could
identify my traits?
What if I fly from pretensions?
Excuses, judgments – what if
I escape the dictates of worldly
the truths I profess, soar higher
into my self?