Bird Song
by R. Noelle
Eyes closed
in the sun
the world continues
and I listen.
One car and another
racing by like
giant children
desperate to arrive
soon.
In between,
stillness.
When the noise of machinery
pauses.
I am surrounded by
bird song.
So many calls,
so much to do.
Racing from tree to tree,
always preparing.
But to me,
it sounds like vacation.
An airplane roars overhead
like a giant dragon.
No one cares.
Women talk
about the plans they have
for their children.
Children hop and scream
and run away.
With a few slammed doors
and the zoom of a hurried engine,
they're gone.
Again,
I listen to the birds.
They sing into the wind.
How beautiful it is to allow
the birds' song
to still my heart.
How miraculous it is to
stop and listen
to life.
Until the moment settles within me
Or me within the moment.
