I Watch
I watch the birds
sometimes on a fence
with wings outstretched
flying in place
feeling the breeze
feathers ruffling
loving the wind.
I watch the birds
so high above me
gliding effortlessly
surveying the world
a pinpoint floating
on an azure backdrop
loving the wind.
I watch the birds
sometimes they watch back
what must they see
earthbound and wingless
self-caged creatures
only able to watch
thirsting for the wind.
© Rebecca Sanchez 2016
Written with Poets United and dVerse~Poets Pub.
Capricious Poet 
Indeed your meter is breezy.
iI just spent the better part of the week with some earlth-bound birds who have made history in the skies and in space. Man is fortunate to get a bird’s eye view.
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The astronauts have a unique view of our planet that they talk about called the overview effect. Do you know it?
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It is wonderful when we can look up and think of the world around us..and what they might think of us! A beautiful reflection..
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Thank you Jae!
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Can’t comment on the meter — as I’m still not sure I understand it. But more important is the message within the words! And that wonderful animated blue bird! “a pinpoint floating
on an azure backdrop” — love this imagery. And then the reversal at the end — they watch us as we thirst for the wind. Beautiful! 🙂
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Meter is just timing. If you read a poem and it has a certain timing to it (like a song) it’s usually got meter. Telling the different types of meter is something I have no training in but we learn as we go don’t we? Thank you so much Lillian!
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Bekkie, this soars, like those birds. I LOVE the wording of this:
“loving the wind” Ahhhhh.
And the blue bird illustration at the top. Love that so much. Did you do it?
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No I didn’t but it is beautiful isn’t it? I love watercolor and it’s fun if I don’t do a GIF to find the perfect one for my poems.
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The first stanza caught me delightfully off guard. As I watched a pigeon on a railing this morning, doing exactly as you described, my thought was “So you have wings – show-off!” I very much felt my “earthbound and wingless” status in this world as it took flight. But I’ll bee in a plane soon when I go on vacation. I won’t feel so grounded as it were.
Three different “birds eye” views, all so well done.
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I saw a cormorant doing the same thing the other day on my bike ride and was wondering why he did this when he could fly. Then I saw a hawk over me and the poem took shape in my head.
I hope you have a great time on vacation. I alway enjoy flying in planes I have to have a seat window! Thanks for visiting my take!
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I can see and hear the fluttering of wings and heartbeats in the metre of your poem, Bekkie.
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Heartbeats, I like that Kim!
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I love how you have reversed the norm for the end of this; how true it is that we are the caged ones.
Dimeter suits the content – including the lovely illustration.
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Thank you!
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“self-caged creatures” and “thirsting for the wind”….oh how true! how true!…
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So glad you agree Sumana!
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Lovely–the longing for the wind under our wings grew stanza by stanza in this joyous poem.
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Thank you Susan!
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I love bird watching and I love the perspective of those birds watching back. This has such a carefree spirit about it…beautiful.
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Thank you!
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Oh, I really like the way you have expressed birds’ relationship to wind, Bekkie….the way they love it, thirst for it.
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I watch the birds a lot on my bike rides.
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Oh I love this dual perspective……..us watching the birds, the birds watching us. In Tofino, I often watched eagles floating dreamily on the wind currents….so lovely.
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I got the idea from watching a hawk floating on the wind currents the other day Sherry. It is a lovely sight!
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I enjoyed bird watching myself Bekkie. I wonder what they think of us watching them too.
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They are such prehistoric creatures Grace, they haven’t changed much in thousands of years.
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There is a simple pleasure in watching the birds, a joy in their freedom and whimsy, Bekkie! A super poem!
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Thanks Walt!
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I sense a feeling of awe and wonder in your poem 🙂 must be wonderful to see them fly ❤
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I love the birds Sanaa.
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This really does feel light and airy!
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Thank you!
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There is a quality of dancing in your poem… and I can see myself following them with my gaze… yes the meter follow that dance.
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Thank you so much Bjorn, I dance with you!
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There is a happy, carefree flow in this poem, Bekkie. I watch the birds, too and only a few moment ago notices a nesting robin in the tree outside my window. We have a lot of wind these last couple of days–damaging wind that’s knock out power. The birds in our yard just huddled on the back fence or in the trees.
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I see the birds fly on these violent winds and am still impressed at their abilities! I love Robin’s, how lucky to have a nest so close! Keep safe in those winds Victoria and thanks for stopping by!
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