The Migrant

Circles of wind shift and then drifting
settle down in a niche
its wings unwind to feel the air around
sniffing like an animal its new turf
green environs draw mixed emotions
titillating with excitement and tension
everything veers drastically

The process of change is gradual
Savoring piecemeal every new morsel
Picking new dialects, new life patterns
Each day a new climb, a fresh struggle
Moments undergoing a thrill of achieving,
Moments sliding into cliffs of disillusion

Change has to come from within,
Exploring new horizons
Discovering oneself, ones needs,
Spaces opening up within
To new aspirations
Unleashing a new growth
Mushrooming in the spring
Till finally it coalesces
Into a comfortable habitat