how nice it is
to sit by the river and unwind,
blink by
blink.
you know your same-old view
in the city:
skyscraper tree tops
that leave you wanting for a chickadee
where can I find just one bird?
(the pigeons are beautiful, mind you.)
I yearn to hear a song;
the water gives it to me–
it gives it to us
as long as I keep my ears open
I can hear it all the way from the skyline.
remind me how love songs go, again?
does he start?
am I the minor chord?
the wind trickles in;
between my toes
the water hums.
my shoulders sigh
as I remember how easy it must have been
to let
doors open
before windows closed,
families eat meals together
after swimming through the day.
the world stills;
my eyes close;
and I tell my heart,
“It’s okay
to remain
open.”
January 21, 2016
