Let Go

Notice how the birds sing long after we listen. We oft’ are engulfed with our trampoline thoughts. With gossiping beaks, they chirp and they flap. We mimic their tweets, in our minds, as we beat out the negativity of tenacious tumbleweed and burrs. When wings catch the air - either we can’t breathe or we catch commonsense & attempt a sound mind landing. The canal, closest to the great outdoors, detects signals of the sweetest sounds, beckoning the eavesdropper - reminders of a mother’s cradle drop; will we fly? Let go; indeed fly. Flap those wings. Give it a try, baby bird. All ‘round, the spellbound flight of robins, bluejays, sparrows.