The Perch Calls You Home







You Radiate You.

Stones kick in front of you.

You lift those weary wings, 

To struggle for air.

It’s not enough for flight.


You take in the pause.

Your wings fold down in patience.


Chains of commitments

scrape against your legs, 

You ignore the weight.

Your head slowly turns.

 

People reverberate and dance

When they feel you near.

Your spirit is just the energy they need.

Your laughter

Peels and peels. 


Each person unbeckoned, 

but not unwelcome.

Surprisingly the weight is feather-light.


Soon…your wings sigh as they shelf their way 

Up and down again.

This time as high as your shoulders.

“Enough”.


They know.

Outside-yourself-time is over.


Across the city,

Your perch searches everywhere for you.

Calls you home.

Guides you home.


Your inner space in your head hums,

Hums and coos,  

To whisper you home.


Softly you land.

Ready for the soft city noises, 

At a distance.

From outside your wide balcony window.


Soon you lightly pad on shoeless feet.

“I miss you,” you say to yourself.

The record you set the needle on,

Makes you close your eyes with pleasure.


“Thank you perch. It’s nice to be back”.


“Peaceful is the one who's not concerned with having more or less.
Unbound by name and fame, he is free from sorrow from the world and mostly from himself.”  Rumi


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