Birds find balance on the wire
Somewhat precariously to the untrained eye
Alluding to a certain frailty

Like a heart that bleeds
When a lover’s goodbye leaves a trail of heartache
Amid the forget-me-nots blowing in the wind

The birds
As they traverse the length of the wire
Prompt us to find the balance point
After a period of strife

The wind will gather up the layered dust
Uncovering forgotten hearts
Out of place in neglected corners

Some hearts lie in fields of forget-me-nots
Recalling their innocence
Before life taught harsh lessons
In endless cycles of continuity
Heartbeats and clock ticks

Across town
A leather-faced flower vendor sells a love struck youth
A sprig of forget-me-nots for his sweetheart

Her heart will swell with joy
Vowing to remember him
She decides to wait
Years later perhaps she’ll be left to wonder why
As the long-forgotten dried forget-me-nots
In between the pages of a diary
Rest undisturbed with the memories she tucked away

Perhaps she will lose her heart to the layers of dust
It may well not re-surface until the winds of change
Stir long-forgotten memories

Her fate as yet
Undecided

It is certain the birds will still be there
Balancing on the wire
Their penetrating screeching rousing minds and moving hearts
Compelling us to find a balance within all things

Some hearts still remain in fields of forget-me-nots
Mourning a lost innocence

The birds for them sing lullabies
As they rock the wire
Hoping these hearts find a way

Forget-me-nots are taken by the wind
When the change comes
I hope there’s a spot on the wire for the birds to rejoice