to a child

Little bird
Thrumming on wax wings
Trying to fly
Weighed down by the colours of wise imagination
Still finding letters on a line
When you can smell starlight
And see the tiniest flower
In the grass
Little bird
Rest easy for a while
And let your brain catch up with your heart
For three thrumming hours
In your day
Let someone you trust
Guide you
To write letters on a line
You already know does not exist
Little bird
Stay on a bough for a second
And feel the deep nature
That gave rise to cuneiform
Little bird
All you need to know and know already
Lives
Inside a cherry blossom.
Little bird
I fly on your wings