A Bird Above New York City by David Dephy

The sky is getting closer with every breath.

I found everything when I found myself.

I am enough to the world. 

The winds are running air, reside earth, 

each in its own way, they are beauty of the world, 

they are enough as they are. 

I flew away from the nest directly

to your heart, air, you are enough—my mother

sky, and I am getting closer to you and closer,

into your arms I feel myself naked and free.

I feel strange when I look up to the sky.

Above me is a golden silence of my own expectations.

Maybe this man thinks he also can fly, maybe that one

tree knows the truth about all the locations of the oldest

treasures buried deep in the ground and I am still looking

up to the sky where the seagull is chasing the breeze and

laughingly cries, when the morning relieves, silently reveals

all the mysteries of the night when constellations were high.

David Dephy

May 25, 2020

New York

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David Dephy -- A Georgian/American award-winning poet. The winner of the 2019 Spillwords Poetry Award, the finalist of the Adelaide Literary Awards 2019 for the category of Best Poem. He was named as A Literature Luminary by Bowery Poetry and The Incomparable Poet by Statorec. His works have been published and anthologized in USA, UK and all over the world by the many literary magazines, journals and publishing houses. He lives in New York.