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.

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ReplyDeleteJust finished hollering at my son for not wearing his helmet. He KNOWS better.
ReplyDeleteThanks for the comments at Cause For Concern!
ReplyDeleteThis picture reminds me of my costume when I was about 8. My 6-year-old sister was Wonder Woman, 4-year old brother was Superman, and - that night - he jumped off a coffee table and scraped up his face.
Now he's 27 an pining for the West Coast to solidly kick him into filmmaking. He should've been wearing a helmet then. He probably needs one now.