I can’t choreograph the birds,

who comes and when,

how long they stay.

All I can do is

lay down the seed,

chase away the cat,

and watch and wait.

Still, I find myself wishing

the tufted titmouse might linger,

the cardinal would move just a little to the right,

those jays wouldn’t put up such a fight.

Someday, I hope to simply sit

and watch both myself and them 

with uncorrective curiosity.


This entry was posted in poetry.

2 comments on “Someday

  1. What a great goal – “uncorrective curiosity”. Lovely poem, Joan.


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