That muddle of selling fishhooks -
All that time I was that worm
on the end of that hook!
But see, I've wriggled free
and out of the wormhole -
true magical mystery -
veritable merry-go-round -
fully recast, reconfigured
comes a heavy hadeda.
With imperious beak
and glass shattering shriek -
is it worms that I'm now to eat?
Keep digging;
find traction;
find faith enough
in flashing wings -
no lightness in lift-off
for such lugubrious flight.
Common grey feathers a foil
for unfettered freedom -
a conjunction beyond any dreams.