there were two mourning doves snuggled into the bare branches of the tree outside my living room window. they stayed there for about an hour, not moving much, looking like shadows. i wanted to reach out and touch them, hold them in my cupped hands together, their bodies like the twin ventricles of a beating heart. i wanted to feel their feathers and look into their eyes; feel in them the liveliness that i covet. wanting to be free. i wish i was a mourning dove, perching on a wire calling for others to come and join me, to unmake my loneliness.