In the city
on a bus
stopped in traffic.
I look out the window.
A bird sits atop a parking meter
singing its best for
all those who would hear.
An unusual bird
perhaps a young goldfinch.
I feel a sense of wonder.
Such an urban place,
if I hadn't been on the bus
I never would have noticed it.
I felt blessed by its presence.
You see, I have this thing about birds:
some times they seem to appear to me
in the oddest places and times.
Like the ducklings playing in the water left
in muddy tire ruts-
in a city backyard.
Or the goslings taking their time
crossing the highway in front of my car
when I'm late for an important interview.
Birds come to me to as a sign
of reassurance or provide
a change in perspective.
To make me laugh-
to brighten my day.
To help me step out for a moment
and see things differently.
I turn to the person across the aisle and quip:
'I wonder if it put a quarter in the meter?'
He looked for a moment and replied:
'Or if someone put a quarter in the bird?'
Those around us laugh.
Thank you, God.
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