The finch's head never seemed redder than today at the feeder.
His chirp like a whisper in the wind.
He faces me through the screened window nodding his head.
I smile in return.
SASHAY
The acrobat returns
flushing the birds as she climbs the feeder.
Nature's entertainer leaps, crawls, creeps,
turning to see if anyone is watching?
I am watching, still, behind the glass and
wild whirling winds as spring turns to winter.
Nibbling unconcerned, she scatters safflower
Then wipes and washes herself,
how strange that I have never noticed.
With the fluid motion of a tight wire walker she balances
and prepares for her next show.
Head first she slides down the tube
reaching for the furthest opening.
Upside down and swallowing downside up,
or had you noticed?
Quiet. Quiet places. Watch. Observe. Listen.
Quiet breathing, shoulders relaxed.
I think perhaps this moment of quiet observation near this window on the world will never happen again.
