A Passing Friend

I live right on the ocean

where many birds fly pass.

A swift one caught my attention

at first I did not know why.

I thought I could recognize

that it seemed to be at home.

As it dove past my shoulder

I caught more than a glimpse.

It was the Sweet Bird of Youth

and I realized that knew.

It continued flying to and fro.

It did not seem to leave.

A course was taken toward the sea but never far from me.

I know this bird. It’s been a friend.

Why does it fly so fast? I wonder where it goes?

It only moves where it is going.

I only know where it has been.

Sweet Bird of Youth!

You’re here today and gone in a moment.

I Live Now and In That Moment!


Each Day as I Get Old.


1 Comment (+add yours?)

  1. carl Hill
    May 21, 2016 @ 19:04:30

    Thats very sweet: it’s a blessing when one can communicate with nature!


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