Word-birds

I sit, waiting

patiently, quietly

for the word-birds to come

to land on my shoulder

and share their wisdom.

Francis-like I sit

waiting to see if the word-birds will come

waiting to hear what knowledge 

they have to impart.

They will not present themselves

to an agitated mind

full of bluster and noise.

They descend unobtrusively

when I am gazing in a different direction

they arrive in the corner of my eye

as if wishing to remain invisible.

Yet the food they bring 

nourishes my soul

feeds my creativity

lightens my heart

awakens a deeper understanding.

I sit, waiting

patiently, quietly

for the word-birds to come.

© 30 May 20