Every so often
I feel the ascension of birds in my chest
Soft reminders
of the seeds of art that have taken root
deep within me
revealing themselves during insignificant moments
as I hack my way through the daily grind
in a world that doesn’t stop for moments
but rather longs for the promise of tomorrow
Being human, I get caught up in the drone of this machine
and forget
But the birds remind me
that the human heart is vast
and contains chambers where childhood never fades
deep under the calloused crust of experience
in places that rarely see sunlight
And in those brilliant, insignificant moments –
when the birds take flight,
and the sun streams in –
I sense God
