Julie Cadwallader-Staub: "Longing"

Consider the blackpoll warbler.

She tips the scales
at one ounce
before she migrates, taking off
from the seacoast to our east
flying higher and higher
ascending two or three miles
during her eighty hours of flight
until she lands,
in Tobago,
north of Venezuela
three days older,
and weighing half as much.

She flies over open ocean almost the whole way.

Oh she is not so different from us.
The arc of our lives is a mystery too.
We do not understand,
we cannot see
what guides us on our way:
that longing that pulls us toward light.

Not knowing, we fly onward
hearing the dull roar of the waves below.

 
"Longing" by Julie Cadwallader-Staub. © Julie Cadwallader-Staub. Text as posted on the poet's website. 

Art credit: Untitled still from a video of "flying over moonlit ocean at night," by Jesse Parkhill.