You imagine
long ago
how it felt
to be meant
first to sing
chick-a-dee
caw-caw
hoot-hoot
You must listen
for a long time
with forgiving
ear, no envy
no sentiment
to hear the song
you were sent
first to sing
Once you hear
fear disappears
from your brain
and in its rest
you will wear
a monk's mantle
of a mind
glad with nothing