Ultimate Connectivity:
a Bird in the Hand
(2025 Chicago poetry tour edit)
Janet Kuypers
8/12/25 (from a 10/7/16 poem)
So after a night camping
at Bryce National Canyon
I got out of my tent in the morning
and a few little birds fluttered by.
Now, one seemed to hang out
a little too close,
so I put some grain
in the palm of my hand,
stretched out my forearm
and remained perfectly still.
Almost on cue,
less than two minutes later
the bird landed on the palm of my hand
and enjoyed the bounty I gave them
And suddenly I felt
like I was Mother Earth,
I could stretch out my arms
like a scarecrow
but this time the animals
wouldn’t be afraid,
and with my outstretched arms,
I would give them food,
and shelter, and love.
And maybe that was when
I twitched my finger,
or else I was out of food,
but the next thing I knew,
my three inch little bird
took a step or two
along my palm
and across my fingers
before it flew away.
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