A bright day
Late March
A new day
To give thanks for
I see life happening
Through my open window
Birds tend to their duties
Seagulls are taking care of Seagull business
Crows, Crow business
Hummingbirds don’t do business - they just buzz about
drinking and shining sweetness
Round little songbirds chirp their merry tunes
I like to call them pudgy curmudgeons
so stout and immediate
I say hello to them
Thank them for their songs
Tell them I love them
They bow
I bow
We go about our days
Thankful for each other’s efforts in maintaining this world of love
I give thanks to the silence
For birthing sound
And remaining to remind us of home
I bow to the space
For birthing the sun
This earth and the ten thousand things
And isn’t it gracious
Isn’t it kind
That emptiness holds us all in her arms
I sit and I look
Through my open window
I see shadows
And I see light
I ponder the object
Standing between them
Holding shape, lasting longer
But not by much
Light gives shape
Shape casts shadow
And I observe from my seat
Needing each other
Reaching for the other
One removed, all is gone
Living together
Singing together
Woven together in time
I sit and I look
Through my open window
A father teaches his 10-year-old son
who wears a pink cap
How to fold something I can’t quite see
Then he stands from crouching
And makes a simple gesture:
He puts his arm around his son
and together they walk away
A bright day
A new day
Late March