A Bird Today

The beaten metaphor of a bird
Must I use again, ever so apt.
I feel the flutter; the flush on my face
As the wind embraces, slaps me playfully,
Across the face.
Awakens a thousand lovely feelings-
Good poetry, open doors, coffee mugs
The little details of life
That make you fly a million miles.

I gather my thoughts, sip the coffee,
Roll it up my tongue, taste the beauty
Of being alive to all these mundane things-
A slice of good conversation, pieces of time
Spent together, a peg of delighted laughter-
The sheer hysteria of breathing every moment
Makes me soar like the metaphorical bird.

Afloat on the clouds, high on life,
I wonder if the hackneyed metapher will hold any longer.
It will not as we must but accomodate the more weary
Clishe of change.
But Im content to know
That Im living the bird metaphor
Today.