Titmouse
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Each day was spent in anxiousness,
and lives were framed by window squares,
now sealed, surrounded, sized and shut,
against the brittle tides...
Our hearts have longed for those we love,
and weep for those we've never met
While living close to sorrow's edge
I'd feared the world was gone,
had burrowed down, …
might lose a springtime filled with hope,
forgotten how to skip a rope,…
A titmouse flew outside the glass
then perched upon the window sill
It sat upon the window's edge
and seemed to look me eye to eye,
and by and by the moment filled
with something new, I'd thought I'd lost
I sipped the coffee from my cup…
While looking up …my breath was caught,
and snatched away like troubles, tossed
New lens were honed for downcast eyes,
I watched in awe, and joy was found
for just this moment. And all around
a cloud had lifted from the ground
The dew was wrung from glacial fronds
The ice was rendered from the pond
I watched the titmouse fly away
and glassy-eyed,...my hope rebound.
My eyes are focused on the spring,
that now, I know, will come again
Alas, my reasoning is new
The season and my dreams are too
Whatever comes, we'll make it through
Whatever comes we will find some good
I'm grateful that the titmouse understood
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Written originally in 2018
Revised April 2, 2020 during the Pandemic
Copyright © Carrie Richards | Year Posted 2018
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