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Black Bird January 7. 2021

Black Bird January 7. 2021

By Stephanie Mesler



Black Bird, I see you there,

alone on the tip-toppiest branch of the barest tree,

just the other side of the building across the pool from where I sit, 

eating my breakfast in silence,

trying not to disturb others isolated in this time and place with me,

waiting for the contagion to pass,

for covid-19 to take its leave.  

Husband growls almost inaudibly at his work computer.

Daughter studies.  

Dog and cat sleep at opposite ends of the couch in determined ignorance of one another’s presence.  


I don’t mind the quiet; This day, I relish it.  

It is the morning after the almost-coup.  

I am emotionally and physically drained.  

I hunger for silence; in it, there is peace.  


I see you there, Black Bird.  

You wait.. Listening…

Wind gently shifting the bare branches around you.  

Somehow, you are still and solid, unmoved,

there on that  tip-toppiest branch.  

You are strength.  

You are peace.  


© Stephanie Mesler 2021

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