A bird knocks on my watch.
Time begins to count sideways
And I step out of it.

A bird perches on my shoulder.
A whisper sneaks into my ear,
But I reach in and reel it out.

It is a chirp; it is a secret
And it rests in my palm.
I swallow it whole

And it swallows me.
I open my mind to find
That I am a bird

Perched upon the shoulder
Of a sapling, yearning to grow
And see for miles around.

I share with him the
World that I have seen,
And he puts it in his pocket.

I knock on his foundation
And time begins to count sideways,
But he believes only that his watch is broken.