Goldfinches by Mary Oliver
Some goldfinches were having a melodious argument at the edge of a puddle. The birds wanted to bathe, or perhaps just to dip their heads and look at themselves, and they were having trouble with who should be first, and so on. So they discussed it while I stood in the distance, listening. Perhaps in Tibet, in the old holy places, they also have such fragile bells. Or are these birds really just that, bells come to us--come to this road in America--let us bow our heads and remember now how we used to do it, say a prayer. Meanwhile the birds bathe and splash and have a good time. Then they fly off, their dark wings opening from their bright, yellow bodies; their tiny feet, all washed, clasping the air.

My goal is to turn into a baseball nerd this year. I bought a Cubs coffee cup at the Chicago airport the other day. I am inching my way toward baseball nerd-dom.
ReplyDeleteYes!! You go,girl, baby steps! I had the opening day game on in my patient's room on the local radio station, WLW. That seems to be the way to really hear the game with the familiar voices of the hometown commentators. We always say that we're going to go down to a game, but the costs just keep going up and up and up.
ReplyDeleteI'l keep an ear out for tidbits about the Cubs and send them along to you in support of your quest for nerd-dom!!