Rebirth

"And he's singing a little in there, I haven't quite let him die,
and we sleep like that together with our secret pact.
And it's nice enough to make a man weep, but I don't weep.
Do you?" - "Bluebird" - Charles Bukowski

Once, when I was amongst the inspirational,
I came upon a dove in the rain outside their tent,
His feathers overflowing with juxtaposed brightness. I
Was entranced the moment he appeared, for
He was not frightened by the myriad of passerby.
No, he was not afraid for he had lived within me
Up until that moment, when he finally broke
Free from my skull. His purity had kept me with you,
Kept me innocent, but now he was just a bird and
I was just a man and you, just a woman.
And though I was sad to turn away from,
I did, and went back into the tent
And shook the rain from my shoulders.