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.
Use to give my children superman rides!
ReplyDeleteMakes me want to roll over on my back for my kiddos. Haven't done this since there were little -- ah, and I was younger. I think I could still do it...
ReplyDeletePerfect song for the video! Thanks.
I love this...
ReplyDeleteso sweet.
Smiles!
SWEEEEEEET We all need to fly.
ReplyDeleteThere could be worse going on while you're at work.
ReplyDeleteMy husband used to lift Rachel up with her back against the ceiling. She'd paste her hands and feet up there like she was a fly. She couldn't speak, but she always made it known when she wanted to fly.
How wonderful to meet you, so unexpectedly, a writer and a poet with a nurturing heart and soul. I shall return.
ReplyDeleteThanks all--I so enjoy Ethan's videos and his music, and actually love the fact that while I'm schlepping at work someone else is literally dancing in the streets. If me...think I might get arrested:>)
ReplyDeleteMe and You? Are you calling me a rubbish bin?
ReplyDeleteThis is marvelous, with perfect song to match! When I was growing up we lived outside of Reno and there was a guy called "The Waver" who walked along HWY. 395 everyday waving at cars as they sped by. I hadn't thought of him for years.......
ReplyDeleteNice song.
ReplyDeleteYour writing is lovely.. absolutely lovely. You write like someone who feels and writes. Loved your blog, am starting to follow it.
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