Wind and bird and me
Wind and bird and me
Right now there is only this wind.
It is not a strong wind that displaces fixed objects,
nor is it a cold wind that makes one shudder.
It is a light and pleasant breeze that makes itself known
quietly as the blades of grass before me sway.
And right now there is only the song
of a bird I hear in a distant tree.
It is not a song I recognize – three long, slow notes followed
by a shrill chirp – but it is a song I enjoy.
I find it peaceful to listen to this bird while I sit.
And now, again, there is only me because
that is what I chose. It is not terrible to be here
alone, to remember how to walk places by myself,
to listen quietly to my thoughts and fall asleep to them.
No, it is not terrible. It is okay, being alone.
Right now, it is okay.
Right now there is only this wind.
It is not a strong wind that displaces fixed objects,
nor is it a cold wind that makes one shudder.
It is a light and pleasant breeze that makes itself known
quietly as the blades of grass before me sway.
And right now there is only the song
of a bird I hear in a distant tree.
It is not a song I recognize – three long, slow notes followed
by a shrill chirp – but it is a song I enjoy.
I find it peaceful to listen to this bird while I sit.
And now, again, there is only me because
that is what I chose. It is not terrible to be here
alone, to remember how to walk places by myself,
to listen quietly to my thoughts and fall asleep to them.
No, it is not terrible. It is okay, being alone.
Right now, it is okay.