a bird, sing all day, soar where you want? I
watch the cardinal flutter in for a
landing, her red wings a blur. The blue jay
follows, then the hummingbird next, her green
feathers shining in the sun. Off they fly
and for a few moments the silent day
relaxes me. I'd like to fly away,
safe on the currents of the wind, the trees
distant dots below, white clouds passing by,
punctuated by light from the sun's rays,
as stresses exhilaration allays.
On this morning, I'm feeling so carefree.
I smile, and in contentment, I sigh.
© Christine Salkin Davis, 2019