not much comes..
but here, just now as I stop to put the laptop away
and get ready to make the tea,
I hear birds..
I hear birdsong that's different to birds' voices at any other time of the year,
late winter, southern hemisphere, Berwick.
Outside my kitchen window
birds are finishing up for the day,
Closing their shops,
sweeping the floors,
putting away the bits and pieces of their work for the afternoon.
They're about to go home.
Before they go, they sing their music.
Squirt the notes into the cold air like this...
s s s s s s s s s and wwwwwwwww and t t t t t t t t ...
up and down, side to side, over and under,
over and over they sing
They sing their song in through the window, over a sink
and all around this room where I sit
listening and waiting ...
finding my words at last.
