This
evening my team didn’t win
Off
the TV goes in disgust
But
I am greeted with near silence
The
rumble of the refrigerator working
Is
the only disturbance
I
lean my head back on the couch
Rest
it against the window
And
look up into the sky
There
is something different about this view
The
tree overhead
Seems
like it is the tendrils of an aquatic bog
Thrusting
out into the graying blue sky
I
can watch and meditate
In
the background I hear a couple of kids
Playing
nicely in the bedroom
So
I return to the scene overhead
As
a bird swims by in a flash
Takes
refuge in some hollow of the pond
Out
of sight
Next
to the deserted wasp colony
At
rest on the shore of the sky
I
must look like I’m drowning
To
all of these free swimming creatures
Who
can spin through the eddies of the air
Catch
the waves of the wind storm
Narrowly
avoid crashing into tree and bush
While
I am trapped in my tank
Curiously
observed
By
a crimson cardinal
Or
the pointed head blue jay
With
its feathers like stained glass
As
they float by so at ease
While
I foolishly think of my comfort
How
much I gain from my civilized life
Arrogantly
holding the elements at bay
Unaware
of the pity afforded me
As
I only watch the ebb and flow
And
never wash myself in freeing waters
Nor
fly amidst the azure sphere
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