In my youth I sought out
The company of birds
Among the shadows of trees
Shore, city, and field
The cardinal, the quail, woodpecker, and rail
I drifted away for a time
Always still in their presence
Yet too busy to notice
Chasing instead, “my way in the world”
Now, having reached the years in which
one’s mortality creeps into thought
I find myself returning
To the company of wings
And am lifted a little higher
For that was my way all along
7-6-18
©2020 Lenny Wells
Thoughts From The Orchard 