Cardinals sing from
Bushes and treetops
Calling their forever
Mate that’s bobbing
From line to
Post like a
Telegraph message morning
Hasn’t arrived though
You can see
It’s puffs of
Yellow like a
Steam locomotive just
Beyond the hill
As no more
Than a thousand
Crickets coming off
Third shift wish
A warm goodnight
Even the birds
Observe the weekend
Few are singing
Less are flying
It’s quiet here
Except for marsh
Frogs, cicadas and
Crickets car tires
Kick up gravel
Resonating like firecrackers
Or like the
Tearing of rolls
Of paper towels
A human voice
In the distance
Reminds me that
I’m still me
Quietly right here
In life and
Love we often
Run away from
What we are
And choose what
We are not
Eventually both catch
Up with us
Surrendering we fall
Defeated but just
Until our heart
Takes its first
Full deep breath
At long last
Alive
This morning I
Sat outside after
The rain suddenly
I felt a
Drop of water
Hit my sleeve
At first perplexed
I looked up
To see nothing
Eventually more drops
Arrived and I
Began to anger
But move I
Did not anger
Turned to acquiescence
Turned to acceptance
That I was
Meant to be
Wet that day
So goes love
So goes life
And a bird
Brought back a
Branch filled with
Leaves like a
Talisman of peace
Bringing hope to
The sailor on
The open sea
There’s something there
Beyond his sight
It wasn’t land
But hope hope
That he’s finally
Found a place
To anchor down
And sailed he
Did until he
Stopped and declared
This is home
