A bird flew down in early sunlight
Along the side of the road
Ignoring the cars, trucks, and motorcycles.
Pecking and hopping side stepping the trash
After some inspection of an empty bag.
He has the sky, opened and holding all dreams
Of freedom; to fly without a trail left behind,
Or a destination in mind. What is he thinking,
Walking this highway during morning rush hour,
Completely oblivious before lunch time?
Are we mindlessly going about our daily activity and ignoring its purpose? Life, love, beauty, and… the confident directions of the path we chose to travel?
Have we forgotten the aimless untraceable flight of each of our own way that separates us from the common highway? Landing by the side of the road forgetting how to fly, only to find an empty bag?