The parrots came back today.
A pandemonium of green feathers crowding the feeder
pushing, squawking for a taste of sunflower seeds.
My mind wanders, the feathery sound clouding thoughts
of time and place, adrift, my heart weeps.
How do I grasp life when it seems to slowly slip away?
Words mute in my throat do not follow
the path of my pen, building up, choking a voice
of freedom and love, the sound hollow
while I feed my needs, pushing, amidst the noise
around this flock of lost souls, to find my way.
“Demented by uncertainty,
Fidgeted by certainty,
That’s how we abide by what we call destiny.”
― Komal Paudyal