I sit in a very comfortable chair.
Tubes in my arm administering meds
with unpronounceable names.

A large and inviting window to my right
welcomes the sunlight,
letting the day enter without resistance.

Suddenly, a small bird strikes the window outside
startling me out of my cloak of anxiety!

I have no way to see
if it survived the collision,
connected to all manner of machines,
as I am, with beepers and chimes.

If it did recover, I know it was probably stunned at first.
Trying to understand what happened to it.
I'm pulling for this creature to fly again!

If it has persevered, collecting its thoughts
and regaining its ability to understand
what it can become once more,
I cannot imagine more important strengths
to have in common today,
shared now with a confederate with wings.