Homing Bird

I'll take your cell, your PC, your GPS

I'll take your internet, your search engines, your MapQuest

I'll take your stars, your compass, your magnets-

.

I'll take them all and throw them to the sky

For the blue jay to catch, for the eagle to grab,

For the homing pigeon to drop over the sea

.

as he flies on home from halfway across the world,

which to him is as small and intimately known as his

feathered wings that dip and dive,

.

while we drive, twist, and speed along the curves of a mountain's highway

following a Global Positioning System that has told us to

take the "approaching left turn"

off the mountain's edge.