Life is often too full, and we can end up just jumping from one task to the next – especially during weekdays. As an antidote to the constant pull of activity, each Tuesday, I hope to post a poem here – inviting you to take just a few minutes to slow down and step outside the busy-ness.
Life as a Bird
If I were a bird,
majestic and free,
I’d roam the currents.
No one, but me.
Going where I like,
beauty all around.
Exploring this vast expanse,
far above the geographically-constrained ground.
Backgrounds of blue and white,
my natural home.
Away through the clouds,
drifting like a poem.
From rooftops to window sills,
trees and mountains high,
there’d be nowhere I couldn’t go,
just spread my wings and fly.
The world beneath me,
not a care to pull me down,
over and under,
wandering all around.
The humans – they envy me,
limited by their two feet,
but I don’t pay them much mind,
happiness my seat.
I wish they could experience
the solitude and bliss,
freewheeling, diving, dodging through the mist.
From up here,
the world is calm,
no screaming, fights, or pain.
Just crisp, clean air,
sometimes, the occasional plane.
While you toil and labour,
struggling to find a smile,
I invite you,
dear human,
to join me once in a while.
For up here
you’ll see
life from a different angle:
where time moves slowly,
both outside and within,
you’re more free to reflect and ponder,
let inner peace begin.
And when you return
to life on the ground,
I hope you’ll take with you
precious treasure that you’ve found:
The ability to disconnect,
get away from it all.
Sail smoothly through life’s waters,
never fearing a fall.
Ups and downs will come,
and despair may pound on the door of your mind,
but just remember –
please remember –
the escape you can find.
Come back, if only for a few moments,
to life as a bird,
and anchor your heart
in solitude
way above this cold world.
Note: This poem was originally published in October 2019.
slip-sliding away..... 
The perspective of a bird beautifully told Yacoob.