How does a bird
signal to the flock
the path towards their goal?

Am I going forward
as my life tracks its course
of constant motion?

I talk to the walls.
The silently embrace my voice.
When I talk to a friend,
my words fall away.

Tomorrow I will be another day older.
I will show my independence and walk
as they all run ahead.

The parts of my life
have been reconnected again.
The moment I change one thing,
reality adapts to my new plan.

W. Wayne B.

Poetry book: Eyes of Hope

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© 2017 W. Wayne B.
Original image: Lesser Striped Swallow Cecropis abyssinica unitatis. By Nik Borrow [Image license]