The Bird that Returns

The bluebird found me again.

In the garden I wept,

Slouched over,

My head

Against the cold edge of the birdbath.

I heard a faint chirping in the distance

Like a dream.

I thought the day would never come.

I thought it wasn’t meant to be. 

I thought I’d be alone forever,

But there He was again.

I lifted my head and glanced towards the sky

It appeared bluer than I remembered.

He swooped down,

Gently,

Perched on my shoulder

Whispering in my ear:

Don’t fear child

I am still here.