An outline appears from nowhere. Where there was
clouded blue sky, there is a wing. An horizon of trees shifts
suddenly to flight as they move to the meadow together.
Finding bluebirds is not hard, once you learn.
Through time and practice you learn how to ignore
those things that mar the view -- you train your eyes
on what matters: the soft blue feathers,
the organic outline, the wild wing that will carry
you along with it to the meadow.