Birdcages

We're all coming down
In birdcages

Silver and copper ones
Going down
From tall buildings

Delicately resting
On gusts of air

Some of us sit on little swings
Going back and forth
While we fall through the air

We try not to focus too much
On the gravity of the situation

Instead we enjoy the ride down
And chat back and forth
About how we think
The landing will go

Some of us believe
That at the last minute
One of those gusts of air
Will shoot up from the ground
And push us up just enough
To keep us levitated for a bit
Until we come to rest
Slowly on the ground

Other believe we'll crash
And the cages will shatter into a million pieces

But either way
We're sure we'll be fine

Because how can we not be fine?

We're protected
By this lovely silver
And this lovely copper
And these little swings

That keep us carefree
And not thinking about the ground
Or the sky
Or the falling sensation

The clouds are nice
Sometimes we think about the clouds

But to truly enjoy suspension
You have to allow yourself that

The ability to suspend
And freeze
Everything

Your focus
Your weight
Your sense of time

All of it

And when you get to the bottom
They'll open the cage
And set you free