One Single Impression: Birdie

All day I watch the birds:
Ospreys feed their young
On thrashing fish I could not hold in two hands.
Great whites
Feed on whispers
They claim from the intracoastal waters
That rise and fall like the beats of a heart.
Pelicans take everything the waves offer
And leave me believing the world started
Yesterday.

I watch all of this from the front porch
And think of the adage,

A bird in the hand is worth two in the bush,

And though I realize the point of this
Is that what we have is worth more
Than what we have not,

That life is greater than any dream,

These birds show me
That the great life is a dream.

Birds know this.
They survive.

One Single Impression