Afternoon Notes

I heard a black bird’s song today He balanced high on a wire His dark coat purple in reflection His voice high and sweet above the ocean’s roar and the hum of traffic on the beachside highway So pleasant, melodic, not unlike a tune to be stolen by the Mockingbird He called out so clear and soft Was it a springtime love song? A call for a mate only spoken at the end of winter? Or had I never heard the delicate song of a creature whose like surround me as I walk through the grass each day? Hello, he cried So far above me on that wire in a moment we shared together as our lives intersected for just that instant in a departing winter and an awaking spring.