Yes, I saw a bird
It was when I left my house
Went to the park
Thought I’d find a bench
Just to sit
Contemplate life
And Death
The bird stopped me
It had a song
And then it was there
Plump and fat
Rust in and out
Overtop its head
I had never seen one like it
I stopped and stared
Listened to its song
It was in and out of the pine
And then it was gone
I did walk on
Found my bench
Rested awhile
Didn’t make a difference
Or it might have
Made it home
Had a cry
But, before I left that park
And another one
Now I write
Of another loss
Of physical contact
With my grandchildren
Grand daughters so small
And caring for them all
Saddens me
Not having what we had
So love all we do have
And yes, like the bird
There was a moment
When we saw eye to eye
I guess there was no
Physical connection
And yet did
Did the 113 km wind
From the day before
Send this varied thrush
To my door
A friend sent me her bird sightings
That day on messenger
I told her about mine
Found it in the bird book
Told her of my brother’s death
The day before
She continued sending love
Her partner sent me songs
Friends, songs and birds
Connected for me
As they always have
And probably always will
Yes, I was in a park
Where my grand daughters played
The last time they were here
And I enjoy the memory of
All I held and hold dear
It’s been quite the year
Love and loss
Overcoming fear.
February 8, 2021
