Poem: Connected
Strolls along birdsong
at my grandparents’ ranch
sunk its talons into me.
After my grandfather died,
I took early morning walks and a bird’s trill
would transport me back to the ranch.
After putting a bird feeder in my yard,
the cautious swoop of the birds
landing for an evening snack
transported me to a dining room
table with my other grandfather
who could identify any bird that
flitted into his oak tree.
My days are end-capped by birds
and grandfathers.
It’s soothing and a little lonely
to have these momentary
connections with life so wild.
Beautifully penned, Mandie. It’s been a while since I’ve read something from you, so I’m happy to see this new post.
Thank you. I’ve been squirreling them away. Haha I have a collection of poems to share on here. Sometimes it’s hard to know which one to share. In selecting this poem, I read another before it that I really liked, but I felt so far removed from the feelings that are described in it that I searched for another. I’ll share it another time, and I might not be feeling what the poem describes at that point either. But I certainly like the poem and it is worth sharing. It’s like choosing a book to read I suppose. What am I in the mood to read? And thus with a poem, what am I in the mood to share?
You’re welcome, Mandie! I totally understand for it’s the same with me at current with the short stories I’m mulling over to share since I’ve started writing again. Whatever you share, it’s always a delight to read.