The bird sits upon
the branch of the tree
swaying in the wind,
and it moves with the
tree that is part of
this earth, this universe.

It has found its place
like all birds that were
hatched and sort to
survive and then died
to return to the earth
and to the worms it ate.

Watching the bird close there
is the certainty undeniable
of its place on the branch
of a tree, and in an instant
it is gone to another branch of
another tree as it moves free.

 

18/1/2024