Foggy foggy dawn
Fading gently through the morn
Singing softly of a midnight storm
That did not happen like the weather man had said
Foggy foggy dawn
Lifting slowly, soon will be gone
Green early spring shows in the lawn
And birds wait quietly ‘til it is safe to fly
TR
Staring out the kitchen window
getting ready to install a contact lens
because someone was using the bathroom, I
forgot about the contact lens, getting
lost in reverie among the spindly, tall
weeds in a field surrounding grain silos
with the morning sun brightening the world, when
suddenly, a woman’s voice wafted up from
the depths of the earth saying,
“Tam! Are the potatoes boiling yet?”
Startled, I looked around for the voice, then remembered
where I was, in a house with a basement,
sharing it temporarily with friends, and I
glanced over at the stove, where a large red
pot stood with a lid, no bubbling over
then realized I still rubbed a contact lens between my fingers
“I don’t know, can’t check, let me put my contact in first!”
“Okay!” drifted the voice from below
TR
Morning sun glances
off icy patches on a small
pond from behind naked
winter Illinois trees
TR
Sunday morning snow
conceals everything white
while a train whistles
TR
Made ready to go outside and refill the morning
bird bath, but before opening the door, noticed that
the ground below the bath stand was drenched.
The birds had already bathed, so I thought, “They’re done,
I’ll wait later to refill it.” About ten minutes
later, I passed the door window and saw eight or so
birds bathing vigorously! Sparrows, robins, speckled
birds the size of robins, doves, and they switched out
with cream colored birds, all flying in and flying out and
splashing like crazy in between! I quickly ran for the
camera and as soon as the lens was in position the bath
emptied–quiet, void of life, vacant, with me frantically looking for
birds. I sighed, put the camera back, went outside to
clean the bath and refill it, returned to kitchen duty.
Walked by the door five minutes later, saw ten birds bathing like
crazy! Ran for my camera, they were still going at it,
raised the camera and one of them looked in my direction,
then all of them vanished in a fluther of feathers and
spraying of water droplets. Sigh, alone again.
TR
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