When I was in the hospital after an accident.

I look out the window
from my hospital bed.
Rays of the morning sun
hit my face, and the top of my stitched head.
A mustang passes by, cherry red.
The sound of an ambulance siren pierces my ears.
I wonder what it contains in the rear?
Two kids play basketball in the middle of the street.
The outcome is either victory or defeat.
Palm trees swing in the wind
Now that I look at my knees,
it appears to have been skinned.
Tubes and chords to my body pinned.

I look back up and see
a blue and black butterfly with yellow spots.
one like my dad and I once caught.
Then, I heard a shot.
A blue jay loses its composure
and falls to my window sill.
Our eyes meet
and I feel a connection.
Maybe it’s just a wind chill,
Flowing through my hospital gown,
and throughout my body
In his wing is engraved a sign
of what was meant to be.

I look back into his eyes, and he says
the world is no longer mine.
One in the same, are me and the blue jay
We are victim spectators
in a criminal active world.
Living carcasses
Watching the world
through helpless eyes
And one day
our souls will rise,
From under the world
Without tears
Without fears
And return to who placed us here.