Here the Bluejay

Here the Bluejay*** Here! Here! …These tall, Spindly stalks, although sweetly JGreen, with their crowns bobbing In the touches of air…the Cosmos Flowers wait… For their rippling nocturne to begin, To sound forth the garden dances …Here To bloom, a delicious pink…or, too, Their petals in a star’s white circling The precious points of pollen — Ready for their flights on the air — To be taken off…by weather’s Wonders to re-seed… Here! Here now, see The flying blues… The spliced sky …those jays, Regal-hued and shrieking, Here! Here am I! As one sweeps down through The hazy-yellow air, landing Precisely there on the deck rail, Bowing to seat his belly on The length of pine. Then, he opens Out his wings…to each side, flat Upon the wood…those feathers… Beauty spread, vulnerably, sunning With eyes closed, beak raised up To the sky, in peace, captain of His space…in those moments Pausing for some pleasure, it seems, ….To so amaze! For, truly, I’d never imagined that a life of The sky would wish for grounding To stop to sun, especially one of The anxious jays…shouting Here! Here am I! This spot is mine! Until later, with a fluttering leap, he Streaks the white-puffed, blue sky With his white-marked and specked Blue-feathered form…That sunning Jay’s bliss in rest was captured By a human’s eyes. Mine! Here! …This lasting memory Of summer…these turning pages Of golden air and a jay laying out His wings, so gently down, The same way as butterflies do …for a time in nature, the exquisite Sensing of motion to place… To pause…Here By the blooming cosmos. ………………… —————————————————————————— (C) sally young Eslinger 6/2021 Thanks be to God