one of my
biggest pastimes
besides
staring at the
ceiling
is sitting in
parking lots
between calls
watching the birds

i am no
amateur ornithologist
just a fool
longing to fly
to feel weightless
(un)encumbered
by this heaviness
able to stride
adrift on the currents
my wings
and that compass
in my skull
guiding me home

somedays
i see these
large birds
and i thought
like me
they were terribly
lost
for i had mistakenly
taken them
for seagulls
only to find out
they are just
cowbirds
and i am
the only lost soul
for miles

i will never
soar
never be free
to find my way
home
just a cowbird
mistakenly
thinking i am
a gull