LOOP

Baby chick
dead tired, barely alive
having fought its way out
of the hard egg

I dry my wet, sticky self
in the breeze
in the sun
dazed and grateful

Unsure of what life means
what life is now
i bask in its
sweetness

First small steps now
uncertain, hesitant
balance forgotten
so much to learn afresh

My lungs greedy
i breathe in this new life
this fresh start
with shaking, painful breaths

Colours get brighter
and brighter
has the world always been
this beautiful?

Survival is a lens
through which life shines
enhanced, fragile
its value so real

My chicken legs
move their first tiny steps
my brand new wings
spread

Soon enough
my chick’s brain
dares think that
we made it

Tiny steps grow
longer, steadier
shaky little wings
stronger

And from there
it’s all downhill
flying will be
child’ play

Chicken grown cocky
i stride
swagger
and, blind once more,

again i fall.