Little Bird
While I was lifting weights one morning, silently a little blue bird with flecks of black on her feathers flew to my window and happily watched for awhile
My blithe, buoyant, companion finally flitted away and, so it seemed, my heaviest burdens lifted with her into the heavens and back again
Worry is a kind of prayer Deep secret hopes silently strain Life isn’t always unfair
Little bird
-June 21, 2008-