What voice matters more than yours?

I watched a bird today,
it was quite free, not beholden
to anything or anyone

It didn’t need to heed,
or misunderstand,
the words of others

It flitted from here to there
with focus and consideration,
a misstep disastrous,
consequential

Being in this moment alive,
and into the next,
the only drive
and motivation

And it was free,
and it could fly.