Birdsong

Weaving birdsong into static

Sea breeze, soft waves into white noise pitch

Pick dreams indexed in a catalogue

Hibernate in a head of all your wants

Rise with alacrity from the problems

And never wonder why you can’t solve them

Have an elastic outlook

Live a long life of rehearsals

It’s easy if you just insist that you wanted this and always did

Disentangle static into birdsong

Positively reframing constantly is exhausting me