Birdsong in Rearview

at the moment of contemplation
this poem was a hummingbird
that is to say, jazz
on a midsummer afternoon

many days ago
i sat on the forearms of a windmill
mathematically, its shadow is
no longer than an orchid’s

in a moment of mindfulness
i experience a crisis of 
the chaos of staircases

and i know

that the tenor of rain on 
faraway windshields is also mine
as if to say, this music is my bones 

in rearview,
carves pastures for
sun and stars and
women to walk in

7 thoughts on “Birdsong in Rearview

  1. Reading your work is pure joy!
    The stanza about rain and windshields gave me the thought that we are all music that travels. 🎶
    Your poetry, with its creative pairings, rewires my brain in a most delightful way!

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  2. I love this piece and the accompanying picture 🙂 The mood and feel of the poem is set so perfectly with the “jazz” and the”forearms of a windmill” and the”chaos of stairs”…and I love the “tenor of rain on faraway windshields is also mine”…it makes me feel connected to things that may not be in line of sight..but are mine to experience and connect with all the same…well done, once again 🙂

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    1. Thank you very much! I’m happy you feel the poem jives. There is something magical about those feelings of expansiveness, or connectedness, in which we feel ourselves to be intimately tied to something greater. I appreciate your feedback and hope you have a great weekend, my friend. 🙂


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