There is a place on this earth

centered around a stoic desk 

where i inhabit a life

devoted to work and

public service.

Sometimes i hibernate 

in myself;

At times with my dog.

Then the seasons change 

and i rustle;

with the roaring spirit 

nestled with the surfing ocean.

In a boat over water,

with line watching the fish;

i am amused by the birds,

Hovering all around -with their free moves;

and for a few moments it seems 

they have invited me too

to roam with them in the sky

and race to the horizon.

I presume, its possible-

they have heard it from other birds

that i have made them a home

at my place

and its a favour returned.