when will I be loved?
when shall I be found,
not lost to the elements?
I am a silver bird
with no home
for he is not here
with me
the wind, the air,
lifts and beats at me
the waters threaten to drown
my inner fire could burn me
from the inside out
and my roots wish to rid me
of my earthly bonds.
for when he finds me
he shall be my anchor
to the world.

© Johanna Fugitt 2017