
I have often thought of myself as a bird tethered to a perch In my various and several attempts at freedom I have been injured Or have injured As of late, I realize that if I am a bird The perch is of my own choosing And If it was ever there The tether is no more Perhaps now, as I look around from the vantage point the fates provided Peace Tranquility To Stay Or To Go As I please Perhaps, as what pain I have sustained wanes A chance to make amends To play a part To come And To go If ever the urge should take me I may Just Fly away Or Tuck my wings After flight And alight Upon my perch Another day
By Jan Kraus
One response to “The Perch”
Love this!