The sound of bugs chirping in the trees

Carried to my ears by the soft summer breeze

I silence my music to hear nature’s tune

As I sit on my porch in the warm sun at noon

A feather lost from a grackle’s tail

Floats to my feet as above the bird sails

I question how well the feather could glide

Were I to dip it in ink on the pointy side

Dragging my hand along an empty page

Hoping to rid my thoughts of their skull cage

My mind wanders far, as my next trip grows near

I dream of travel, but for once I’m happy here

Of course my journey will continue across the globe

Changing cities as often as I change my wardrobe

Yet days like today,

Put peace in my heart

The weather is perfect

Earth is a work of art

At times like these, I feel inspired

Normally I’m lazy, but right now I’m not tired

My desire to create occludes my longing for sleep

My pillow lies empty as to paper my words seep