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?