As I step outside
the damp, birdsong air opens wide
freeing my claustrophobic brain
from the confines of waking thought
and the fears of night. Why do we
close ourselves in grey, these days
that threaten rain? I want to
sing with the birds in the promise
of the new light, the freshness of green - to forget
to fear the darkness that awaits
at this day’s end, at all our ends.
a hidden bird repeats why
not, why not, why not?
© C.M.M. 06/14