A blue bird landed in the gutter

above my head

it wasn’t always there

it landed while i was outside

smoking

and when I put out the cigarette

the bird was still perched

looking at me

from the storm drain

while i was looking at it

it brought back memories

about how important

blue birds have been

like the time outside of Texas

where a blue bird

was perched outside

of my location

that i was unsure of

till i stopped to notice

its royal magnificence

I have never searched

for a blue bird thats perched

they just appear

and tell me

you are here

exactly where your meant to be

maybe its the same bird

constantly following me

my grandmother was

a birdwatcher

and Buddhist tell me

to believe in reincarnation

but I am no birdwatcher

and a poor excuse

who thinks

there is no real noble truths

but the thoughts are nice

so sometimes I say hello

to the bluebird

and wonder who

it might have been before

it told me where i was going.