Young Writers Society

The sun is bright today.

Once in a while, I will look straight at the sun. Only long enough to see if the heaven-bird is nesting there. Only long enough to pray. Only long enough to see if I remember how to blink. Only not for any time at all. Sometimes I see her, the moment I turn my head and avert my gaze. All those wings and humming feathers shining, reaching, folding, stretching, flying-right-into-my-eyes. But then when I turn again, she is not there. Only she always is. Only I can not see her straight on.