The Poetry of Sara Jane’s Alley - Woman Sitting in a Tree with Two Birds
The tree branch seems like a good spot to sit for a while.
High enough to leave my dark thoughts far below me, I look out at the clear air and then breathe it in.
My lungs fill with the promise of purity, and I feel close to something that is unknown, but familiar in its secret pact with me.
As I sit quietly, two proper birds land next to me wondering why I am here. As I look at them, something passes between us and I am accepted. They know why I am here.
The birds settle down next to me and we sit together breathing in the pure air.
The tree branch was a good spot to sit for a while.