By JJFaucher

As I hurried home,
just before
the rain began,
a lone bird
perched atop
a tall lamp post
caught my eye.
It embodied
a quiet courage,
choosing perspective
over panic.
It lifted its gaze while
everything below
rushed and fretted in
the gathering storm.

Life often feels
like that high,
lonely perch-
A gentle calm
blankets me
as I dare to lift
my eyes upward
instead of scanning
the rush below.
I watch from
the street,
moved by
the bird’s quiet,
unflinching presence:
I am uncomfortable,
exposed,
uncertain…
yet somehow steadier
for the weight of its gaze.

Storms don’t
erase our direction;
they only reveal it.
So, I hold my ground
in those places
that feels
too quiet,
too high,
keeping my eyes
like the bird’s
open to the sky.

By the time
I reached my door,
my frantic stride
had surrendered
to a stroll,
a quiet meditation
on a bird
pinned against
the vast,
stormy sky
choosing
the grace
of perspective
over the fevered
rhythm of panic.

Thanks for reading! 🤩 It means so much to me that you took a moment to step into this city intersection and share in the stillness I found there.

I’d love to hear from you. Have you ever spotted a small moment of quiet in the middle of a busy day? Please share your story in the comments; I’d love to read it.🤗