i watched a robin

i watched a robin

this foggy morning.

will it stay 

for the winter?

will this one

survive the snow?

and when

did it break the shell?

for a moment of wonder,

a robin is a robin,

but i just saw

and felt this presence.

i call it a robin

and it is.

and then liquid light

in warm fluttering,

filling a pulsing heart

extending in wings,
impossible to touch,

it left in flight

for its own part of life.