January 18th, 2017

The Silence of the Little Things
 
When I was 12
a robin
crashed into the cathedral glass
knocking itself cold.
 
I picked it up
and placed it in a small box
lined with soft.
 
I put the box on the porch
and watched.
 
Soon revivified
it blinked with shock
tumbled and fluffed
then settled in
with the silence of the little things
sourcing life’s energy
from mystery
            calm
            and time.
 
Later, with not even a split second’s notice
or a small nod of thanks
it stood
and flew.
 
originally written October 2015