At this moment

There is a bird singing that doesn’t know

She was never supposed to be here.

Invasive Species.

Foreign Song.

And yet she sings

Boldly and beautifully

And she builds her home

Just outside my window

And I,

In all my uncertainty

Of who I am

And where I ought to be

Rise to meet her

Every morning



Victoria Meléndez

Spirituality | Racial Justice | Friendship