The Bird Of The Desert By Elizabeth Opiyo

Dear Desert Bird, 

I know you’ve been stuck, and for a while you’ve been fumbling.

For miles and miles you’ve been stumbling, into the terrains and the ravines.

The winds have been sending heavy puffs of dust to block your ways.

Winding and whistling into your ears that there is no way out.

But tonight I thought of you and I am woke to remind you this,

God gave you the strongest wings,

No matter your size, no matter your pace.

The desert is your home of identity, your root, but not your destiny.

It’s the beginning of strength,

The strength that presses you hard down the soil to grow roots deep enough to reach for water,

The strength that holds your wings so firm you’ve never been blown away by the storms.

The journey, the heat and the struggles seem endless, the oasis out of reach,

But your perched skin will soon be restored it will glow.

Cherish that cold freezing morning,

When you wake up with your wings frozen, bones fragile and almost breaking.

Like a grasshopper you’ve been hoping I know.

Never stop hoping.

Until you land on that grass you saw far away in your dreams.