Morning Poem, March 11, 2015

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.”


Copyright 2015


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2 Responses to Morning Poem, March 11, 2015

  1. There are a lot of levels of very good to this little poem.

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