Like a Bird

Like a bird, I perched upon the railchicago-1-of-1-9

and saw that it was busy,

so much like inside my head.

And thought… I’d rather fly away

and sit within a quiet tree

and listen with content.

With my wings (I had forgotten)

I flew away from noisy clutter 

and did the thing my heart desired.

It was joy who flew

and peace that met me there.

~Shelley Bell