On belonging

On my walk this morning 
I mused on belonging
To land, to love
Of the deep desire to be known and seen
And more
The need to fit within the ecosytems of our lives
I walked, in a bubble of thought
Until the pigeon strutting in front of me
Strolled onto the road
And was run over
A moment, between here and was
I felt the shock of its life ending
The sharp edge of its death
While the cars flowed ever onwards
What is belonging if not to know
The unique rhythm of the heartbeats around you
And mourn their loss when
They fall silent.

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