Poem
March 24, 2012
The Pigeon
On the way to Waterloo,
In a train station…
I saw a one-legged pigeon
Trying hard to balance itself,
Limping but still able to fly.
I remembered the peace talks
Exemplified by it
Trying to soar and can’t get off,
The movement
Trying to move forward
After so many setbacks,
Then I remembered myself,
A broken-spirited soul,
Gutted by memories,
Trying to fly.
I remember the pigeon
As it flies away,
The brave birdwolf,
As it flies north,
Spirit still intact
As I should be.
On my way to Waterloo,
Where Napoleon met
His fate,
I remembered.
Alpie Garcia
