lately

I notice the birds.
Any bird.
Crow in the tree over my car.
Robins quarreling outside the kitchen.
The reflection on a windshield of sparrows in an upward spiral.
And when I say notice
I mean
A Silent noticing time stops clocks stops ticking moving thinking stops quick.
Suspended.
Its all about the birds.
Its been said a million times I know but I think its their access to the sky.
How they meet us briefly but they don’t need to stay.