The Bookish Kind: Not A Bird

Sunday, December 3, 2017

Not A Bird

There is an overpass road I take each morning on my commute. As you rise and get to the top of the overpass, you can see the horizon above the road, and it feels like you are a bird taking off for flight. Today, it was stormy and cloudy, so it even felt more that way than is usual.Because of the currents and blowing sky-high air, the flocks were out in droves today which added to the birdyness I was feeling. No one can say I am not a bird.

Joy

I will never tire of the wind,
be it a cold winter blast
that takes me off guard
with it's bitterness,
or an exhilarating spring or
fall tempest that sweeps me away.
I get caught up in it every time,
...it's as if the wind is calling
my name to come out and play.
The trees become my cohorts,
...those gentle giants that sway
back and forth with delight,
as they gracefully bend to and
fro - they get caught up every time,
too, and are surely clapping their
hands in mirth.
In these moments, I am a
beautiful bird who was made for nothing more than ascending
to the heights where the currents await me. Joy.

For the beauty of the earth