The neighborhood threeway stop
Had my foot on the brake.
No cars in any direction…
Just a bird…
Walking across the street.
I watched the little winged creature
Take his morning stroll,
And all I could do was wonder, why?
I was stopped longer than necessary,
Stupefied.
***
Why aren’t you flying high, little one?
Why have you grounded those gorgeous
Wings of yours?
Do you need a minute to think?
Are you sick of sharing the sky?
Do you need a new perspective?
Are you tired?
***
Sometimes we all need a break from our natures.
If only to remember that we need to return to ourselves…
To effortless living…
To what feels right.
***
So walk a bit little birdie…
But don’t take too long to get back
Where you belong.
Flying high – Dipping and diving…
Your spirit’s smile,
Greeting each new day’s morning.
***
-Becky Moore
