Waiting is for the Birds

(Forest Park. St. Louis, MO -photo taken by Laelia Watt, June 2011)

The storm rages,
but outside, it is calm-
The birds communing
like old friends in the stream

They appear unconcerned
by my troubles,
or theirs

Watching them does nothing
to solve my grief,
or rumple their feathers.
They nibble on;
and I look on;
the water burbling under our feet

How odd are they,
of different types standing together.
One parading calmly as if guarding
the mother and her ducklings.
All periodically glancing
At the featherless creature
sitting mournfully on a rock nearby

Watching them does nothing
to solve my grief.
Nevertheless,
the Wait
is suddenly more bearable

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