I see the little red bird On my window sill, A startling presence. For a time The bird sits Framed in my window, A red spot against a white scene. For a time The world outside Is reflected in his feathers, Glowing crimson. For a time He begins to share a soft tune Meant only for me; An audience of one. For a time I allow myself To be mesmerized By the melody. For a time
I am immersed in the song, Drowning In the sound. For a time I imagine That every pitch, each tune Is meant for me. For a time Nothing can touch me, I fly away With the notes of the red bird’s song Carrying me, For a time And then I shut the window.
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This poem was submitted for the "Poetry for the Mind's Joy" project and is reproduced here with permission from the author. All rights reserved. Poetry for the Mind's Joy is Poet Laureate Kay Ryan's project that includes a community college poetry contest administered by the Community College Humanities Association and a lively videoconference.
Brandy L. Werner
Monroe County Community College, Monroe, MI
Faculty Advisor: Vinnie Maltese, Acting Dean of Humanities/Social Sciences