inner art journal

 

he waits as she cleans

dreading when she’ll stop to talk

about what happened

a finch bumps against the window

and falls dead out on the deck

 

I push through the crowd

to find a place to listen

but none says stop now

so I give way to the walk

hearing music in the noise

 

At every moment we’re

different

but how

different

are we at every moment?

 

black-capped chickadee

lands on a dead sunflower

erect and swaying