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

