hermit thrust analogy poem

i’m a hermit thrust in the world of raptors and i might just die trying, but i will not ever ride in on the coattails of another. i accepted that despite my bigness, i will be small and hardly heard and i will still scream the most true, beautiful, sorrowful, Black tune you have ever known. and when i am feeling most free, flying…migrating home, and hit a wall, i know a woman with eyes like blue moons, full of love and responsibility, will scoop me up and help me fly once again.

i know who i am. i know what i’m about. i wish upon a star, that i could be heard across larger spaces, galactic impact. i wish my song carried like that of the eagle. i hope you sing for me when i’m gone. if my societal flowers never come, i still i know my life matters. there are gardens of beauty in my authentic expression that i give out with no regard for their return. oh my love… my perspective. my timing. there’s nothing a watch can tell me what i don’t already know. it’s time to get what’s mine too, Joy. a more ancient voice says “watch me.” i’m watching. i’m proud.

hermit thrust song

indigenous hermit thrust story