Recurring Dream

I was a bird

I had a recurring dream

I dreamed that I jumped like the children

Of yesteryear

And with each jump I distanced myself

From the ground

But I came back, landing smoothly like a spaceship

I resumed the jump

And finally I remained at the top

Among frantic birds and drones

Doing feats on acrobatic flights.

I woke up and I was amazed:

I was a bird

I was just a bird that dreamed

To be human to meditate among the lilies

Of the field

And write poems like poets do.