Blue-Jay

This morning you asked me

if I could write a piece about the bird

In the pine beside our tent

I can

And you began to sing

a song meant for the blue jay

With wings as clear and shimmering

as the sky before the sun has risen over the horizon

And I looked into your eyes

and knew that I was in love

And I’m not sure that I didn’t know it before

But the blue jay singing in the tree

Was a sign

And it flew away with a soft flutter of

gentle lightness

While a smile played across your dirty face

You saw it in my eyes

and

you kissed me

And my heart felt full

There in the woods beside you

With the blue-jay in the pine beside us.