Landing

I like watching ducks land

they glide with grace

slowly

perfect

three-point 

landing

every time

I can't stick my landings

I can't glide on the water

but I crave a place to swim

I fly at high speeds

Soar like a bird

yet,

I keep returning to this place

I am unwanted

mistreated

hated

abused

Why can't I fly to you?

Why can't I land with you?

Will you be with me?

Will you be my house, my bed,

my place to rest?

Will you love me back to life?

I only want to fly to you now

I only want to land in your arms

Cry

Cry out

Like quails

After the Hawk is gone

Part of a Creative Writing Project: Letters to Geographer 2015-2016