AUGURIES

I asked a small bird
Barely a few weeks old
A novice still at wing fluttering
And water diving
Who migrated from
His hatching place up north
In the mountains and trees
Ever humming the song of birth
Where home was.

"Wherever I roam is my home"
He said, panting,
Awkwardly palming
Behind the flock.
"Every sport,
- Liquid or rock -
And wherever a birds' eye view is caught
Is a nest I cherish
And an instant where I flourish
I know of nothing
You call jet lag
I'm all the time zones of the world
I've been and will be to.

Yet,
The one spot
I wanna rot
Is the one
Where I was hatched."