Feeling Aligned

Sometimes your honesty, eventually, will ruffle some feathers. ~George Pór

The entire henhouse is squawking

when I show up.  

I prefer

to believe they are composing 

laudatory praise, like time’s 

wingéd beings will.

These can’t be suspicious glances

at my silver tail.  Surely they celebrate

my spice!  The secret is,

I’m no longer the highway

patrolman, I’ve quit

the robot-

watch

diligent for boat-rockers.

That harmonizing peacemaker

you’ve seen slink around

took a hike.  Now I’m climbing

into fierce feistiness.  So

raise a ruckus, I’m poised

to leap — watch me finally 

follow my heart.

I’ve raised my arms at the top

of this mountain, and 

I’ll show you

the proper use of wings.  

Inspired by: Robot, Spice, Highway,