The robin

robin and car

We drove our car with guilty stealth
Lest someone see us risk our health,
Risk the virus for a glimpse
Of children and their children.

By my son’s drive the robin stood
And unmoved stayed, although he could
See a tire tread head his way
With piercing eye and wisdom.

I thought that he would surely fly
Afraid, like me, someone  would die,
Escape the germy humans
With their faulty, big machines.

I spoke my awe with words quite kind
And asked him what he had in mind.
He chirped and looked me over
And then calmly hopped away.

Today I woke with sweaty palms
And birdsong singing springtime calm,
Singing peace on earth for all
God’s children and their children.

And here I stand before my tire,
A chirp, a song, a thought quite dire,
A choice to stand and listen
As the Lord produces dawn.


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