by Melissa Diaz
I’m trying to fill the void within by moving beyond myself, a shadow in the wind. I circle the city as twilight approaches. I am alone, under a moonless sky, while the streetlamps obscure the starlight. Headlights move below me as the world rushes home for the night. Their constant movement is a distraction from what I seek.
I want to be filled with the peace of a country evening in spring, a kind of quiet mating song as life reasserts its place in the world. I want to be filled with the warmth of summer’s sun as it sets. But I’ve been hardened by a barren fall and the cold chill of winter has hollowed me out. I’ve been left empty and aching.
Does anyone see me down below? Do they envy my freedom in this bitter night? I fly alone, without direction, without a home. Migrating with the seasons, I suffer through this man-made world.