The Sorbets - Samples
BLACK, FLIRTING DOTS
this morning I stopped
looked up into the elms –
looked for the black, flirting dots of birds
sparrows, chickadees, maybe a pine siskin or three –
the tough-it-out through winter birds
who, this morning, had the audacity to sing
while my mind was on a thousand other things
like money and daughters and wives and work and writing,
and I really wanted to get back inside the warm car –
to get out of minus C plus a wind-chill
But I stopped this morning and looked up –
breathed bird sound deep into my gut – eyes closed,
I felt something akin to bliss, and inside my exhalation
a smile appeared – a simple, joyous smile, just because.
I felt profoundly happy to be above ground,
shivering on the sidewalk mid-winter with bird song
quivering delightful in my mouth.