When we were small

we knew exactly what love was
from how Mother kissed our foreheads
and kissed our Father's lips
it was simple
it was true

But we are now smaller
and we know nothing
save for our smallness
and the shade of a feeling
(to grow lighter? or darker?)

I
little bird that I am
tired of flying across the sea
tired of seeking the one solution
weak and cold
want only to find a place
to share a nest
with one as weak and cold
and tired and
small
as I

where
it is simple
it is true