This Morning

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

Reverie and Reveille

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

Bathing Birds Prefer Privacy

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