ART OPENING WITH PIGEONS

artwork by: NTG

My hats’ brim, tipped to its’ tightest angle,

is no match for the crowds’ tide,

waxing encroachment into my social hideaway. 

This sea of gab-noised stranger friends

threatens to engulf me,

so I must tread diligently.

I feel one with the caged pigeons

pictured on the wall in front of me,

longing to fly free, feathers to the wind.

I navigate anxiously through this Sargasso Sea of souls,

with waves of foreign personalities

grating across my barnacled stern,

coercing me from my escape. 

The sweet smell of city-street

guides me beyond the threshold

of my personal shackles

that tether me to this awkward situation.

As I step to freedom,

my emptied space quickly fills in,

instantly erasing me from its communal memory. 

My evasion fades towards excursion  

as I sink over the horizon,

like the sun escapes into the West.

Swiftly, I stoop to recover a loose pigeon feather,

placing it in my cap in honor of fellow comrades flying free,

far from the clutches of the swallowing sea.