I’m listening.
I promise I am.
To the buzzing bees
that surround me
and ask why I have no nectar.
I did not say I was contributing.
Why not try those new yellow flowers
over there?
A sure success
Oh, and by the way –
welcome back.
I’m listening to the warbler
You look a little ragged, sir –
long day yesterday? I can relate.
And my advice is:
take a break.
That stick that fell next to me?
Yes, I heard it.
But I also felt the air move
And a fear of collision
So close.
The woodpecker drumming is loud, pronounced –
As I look for the tree that bears the wound.
Your coat of red, dear Cardinal
Is the focus of my world,
and the water a cascade of white as well as sound.
So, clearly, I am listening
But I am distracted.
Aug 18, 2014
Aug 18, 2014 at 4:51 PM UTC
I’m listening.
I promise I am.
To the buzzing bees
that surround me
and ask why I have no nectar.
I did not say I was contributing.
Why not try those new yellow flowers
over there?
A sure success
Oh, and by the way –
welcome back.
I’m listening to the warbler
You look a little ragged, sir –
long day yesterday? I can relate.
And my advice is:
take a break.
That stick that fell next to me?
Yes, I heard it.
But I also felt the air move
And a fear of collision
So close.
The woodpecker drumming is loud, pronounced –
As I look for the tree that bears the wound.
Your coat of red, dear Cardinal
Is the focus of my world,
and the water a cascade of white as well as sound.
So, clearly, I am listening
But I am distracted.
