I treasure these days accompanied by silence
When everything is breathing,
The walls holding a sacred quiet
So loud my ears ring.
When I can put aside the thoughts for others
Feed them, entertain them, talk with them, bring them out of themselves.
Only I exist in a selfish security
One not breached
My fortress stands solemn
Stoic the trees are thinking only thoughts of sunbeams and wind whispers
And I can return to myself.
Not melt into another and disappear.
Humans consume all of me, leaving me nothing for myself
Because that is how I love
That is how I family, to give all of me
I am left transparent, a film on glass,
My heart put inside another.
Still not seen as love by the very ones who carry me,
They do not feel the weight borne in them
And I am indifferent in their eyes
Selfish
Detached
While I beat inside them.
I am learning, have learned,
To secret it within myself,
Where it is always felt.
So I grow and bloom behind my gates,
Watering my own garden
Quiet.
A Burd in Flight 