This morning I watch a robin
as he/she walks along
in the garden
a very hopeful sort of bird
ushering in the certain signs
of spring
the joy of spotting crocuses
and a multitude of green sprouts
the robin then takes a stop at the small pond
I watch wondering
a drink… or a
dip
it turns out, a very quick dip
perhaps in the trend of the day
a rather ccc-
cold
plunge
the blue jays come next, and they
as winter birds, are just
a little braver
followed by the starlings and a grackle
the pond, quite a popular spot
this morning
grateful to sit just quietly here
and watch
March has been tough, I can say
I’m not quite feeling
myself,
or possibly I am feeling
far
too
much
I am at this point, so very sick and tired
of ugly, divisive un-factual horrendously despicable politics
and a world in which there is little to no
integrity
where human suffering is brushed aside
for loud, ego driven
bravado
and people no longer think
before they speak
where very little is backed
or sought out
by facts
and very much
eagerly
repeated
it’s dirty, it’s messy
and it’s really hard to get away from
so…
I have made myself a long playlist of
love songs
and I am
reading about gardens
I have two very dear friends, going through
great struggles
and I am concentrating great love
and kindness in their directions
(as all I have)
I am holding my own heart
with tenderness
(as all I know)
I’m listening
to the
birds
and I am open to anything lovely you have to say,
I want human kindness,
I want compassion, and person to person
understanding
but for today
this
will be
all
because my friends,
I fear, we
just aren’t going to make it
otherwise… ♥