Robert Fulton Laird

You

Planets for nothing—
death, no questions why—
surviving safe, politely,
amidst it all was I.

But then, I pondered—
a song fast darting by—
with wings and beak,
no need to speak,
believing from earth to sky.

Landing unbound—
in my world of change—
until I heard, without a word,
it's heart, at wider range.

Oh, how fitting——
what care can do—
the more you pour,
and self, ignore,
the "whole" considers you.