Moving on,
Forward moving,
Train going one-hundred miles an hour,
Hear the steam rolling through the air,
Coal crackling in the heat of the engine,
Trees sway in the wind,
Birds leap for take off,
Trusting that they will fly,
Worms inside the dirt under your feet,
Moving,
Squirming around wiggling,
Living.
The wind,
Blowing around leaves, clouds, and us.
Lungs filling with air,
Taking one last breath.
Still.
An eerie night when all you hear is a single owl hooting,
Sticks breaking in the brush,
A glass on a table filled to the brim
Never to move,
unless someone decide to pick it up.
A bird,
In a cage,
Yes it can move around within the cage,
But it is confined to the one solitary space
A prison in the place it calls home.
A chair,
The most still of them all,
Stuck in an eternity of staying in one place,
Under a table,
You better keep moving,
Or you’ll become a chair too.