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


Bye Bye Beta
The Flight

Jim Mitchem

Writer. Father to daughters. Husband. Ad man. Raised by wolves. @jmitchem on twitter. First novel, Minor King, out now.