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-