3-31-22

As I sit in my warm car, I watch a small bird

perched on a barren tree.

It is 42 degrees and raining.

He sits alone and sings his song to the grey dawn.

He has no idea how necessary he is.

His simplicity places him at the center of the universe.

A simplicity I will never achieve.

As I stay, he flies away.

We take our place, we have our time, and we are gone.

A moment of life becomes a moment of appreciation

and meaning:

The Great Mystery revealing itself.