Weeks have gone by
and everyday begins alike
I look out my bedroom window
for that one family of geese
family of two now become seven
just as I have looked perhaps not as often
out of my living room window at the starlings
a commonality exists between the two families
the wee ones, before they take flight or go into the water
always lean into the open space before taking off
instinct tells them to and they listen
through the initial hesitancy, they listened
through the initial fear, they listened.
do I listen to my instincts?
do I give in too easily to fear?
do I hesitate far too often?
do I possess within me enough courage
to tap against the shell which closes me in
which holds me back
courage to tap, tap, tap
continuously and persistently to breakthrough?
do I a woman of forty six possess the courage
of a wee little bird?