Morning Muse
A lovely mid-morning sun
cascades into my room
Little squares of light
rise and refract
A glimmer remains
a tiny circle of orange
gliding in the secret chamber
Three birds criss cross
electric cables
untempted to perch
A line of luminosity
is constant amidst
The swell of grey clouds
veering in a direction I can’t follow
A daring patch of blue
hovers higher with
a delighting promise
A lone magpie dives
from rooftop to low wall
its mate being chased
by a menacing pigeon
Now comes the seagulls
swirling aimlessly
Maybe they’re attracted
to this heart
Maybe they’re calling
me to flight
That’s some new promise
the Universe beckons
The stillness of this morning
has a lonely feeling
Yet I am charmed
by the hope spread
playfully on the wings
of those ordinary birds.