It all began a while ago,

When I had left that tiny little window open.

I had, of course, forgotten to fasten the chain

But I blamed it on destiny.

Two beautiful yet tiny birds came into my room one day

And brought the morning view indoors for a change.

All that I caught a glimpse of everyday, from a distance

Was now at my feet, waiting to be a part of me.

The change was too much for me,

From being a bystander to a part of the whole,

But I picked up the birds one by one

And placed them on my kitchen table.

The birds grew every day, nourished by the care I showered on them

And every day I waited for their return to the great outdoors

So I could go back to being a bystander once again,

A stranger who stood at arm’s length and sighed at the beauty.

Every day I waited for them to fly out the window

To return to whence they came from, back to my objectivity.

They, however, knew the window no more

Too tiny was it and too alien for them now.

I waited and waited but they grew plumper,

Content to watch the outdoors with me.

The window was now tiny and too alien for them

And we now became a part of each other’s whole.

Then one day, I left the door open

As if by mistake, I really can’t say,

But I again blamed it on destiny,

They fluttered a little and then flew back to whence they came.

While I stood and sighed, not sure of where I stood anymore.