Friday, June 26, 2009

Poetry Friday

On the Porch

The cardinal in the tree
by the end of the porch
was so loud
in his early morning song
that if it weren’t for fatigue
I might have said,

“That’s enough!”
or I might have said,

“You’re starting to annoy me,”
or I might have said,

“Why must you show off
your beautiful voice
before you spread those wings of yours
and fly away to places I’ll never go?”


What if I were perched in the top of a tree?


What if I could fly through the midst of the sky?



What if I

could give myself over

to the moment of song?

1 comment:

Ann Finkelstein said...

I think you just did.