Lift me oh lift me medial bird
towards the middle without harmful disturbance
I ask not for you to take me high I am accepting our limitations,
I shall ask to pluck your feathers, ones that you cannot scrape
I shall ask you to feather me, nest me, as eagles to chicks,
I am in need of gestation, reborn yet not fully dissipated.
Heavy clouds shall beckon your name I need no upheaval over mine
I ask for your sentience and harmony with the sky,
may it carry me forth into the ephemeral thereby,
I feel some movement in belonging to the winged nearby.
Host my presence I shall extend your wings
my arms your contraptions to use as your will desires
fly further than we can do ourselves for that is what we do
fly further together.
My arms are weak but I will help in the undertaking
landing periodically to water our mouths with glacial water
feed on ponding kelp and nutrition from the sea,
let me be, let me be, the keeper of the sea
for you are one with me I only differ in being yet we are
born of the same matter, glue of the earth, eye of the heaven.
I beckon the mid ground to sweep me away take me medial bird
help me reach into the unknown
because mankind is far too much of a burden.
Anna Rozwadowska 2019