I take hat and coat and gloves and scarf and boots
Car keys and a pack filled with the days lunch.
In my other hand, a travel mug of coffee
I can barely manage to open the door
Weighted as I am with all the paraphernalia
I will need to survive just a few hours
In the most controlled of environments.
As I walk to the car I watch a tiny bird
Alight on a branch in my backyard
He seems to be looking at me.
He is unburdened
And free as
Well, free as a bird
And he looks at me
And judges me
And pities me.
He knows I want his freedom
He knows I want to taste the world
The red and yellow and blue of it
With open hands and bare feet.
. The bird’s four-note song
. Is itself a poem
. With meter and rhyme
. And layered meaning.
. Sing-song; sing-song
. “Take what you can”
. “Take what you can.”