creative ramblings & reverie

Thursday, March 30, 2017

Reflection

I'm breathing lovingkindness
for the little junco, after
yesterday taking away her friend
or true love, better self, companion
of her heart, that other bird
so like and so seemingly responsive,
moving when she moved—
towards, away—exactly matched
and met each time again.  And yet
not responsive at all, strangely,
always silent and cold and not
downy, no tender mantra of feathers
but hard as truth can be,
in the reflective surface
of the shiny silver kettle I'd left out

last week unthinkingly in the backyard.

—Christie

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