Homecoming

The birds
dart across
the orange sky,
to the warmth
of their little nests
perched somewhere high.
The sky
their home
for a little while,
until
they find a space
where they can be -
Safe. Content. Tranquil.
As comforting chirps
drown
the cacophony
of traffic
speeding by,
I listen. I wait.
I wonder. I smile.
My heart tinged
with a sadness,
after a day out;
Homecoming
is always sweet,
as I make
my own nest
in this world,
where I can still
Be Me.