the song of the birds

Packing away

empty parking lots

filled with 

lost time

agony

hopelessness

wonder

 

as the birds 

sing a song

as the sun shines

disregarding the heaviness

in our hearts

 

growing pains

accompanying unfamiliar change

trying to ground ourselves

in what isn't guaranteed

 

where will these feet step tomorrow?

I can only hope that they'll

guide me here

and plant themselves 

in wonder

as the world spins around me

everchanging