Toting thick slices of banana bread
Slices of hard and soft cheeses
Strong black coffee
And of course…always…my notebooks.
I nestle into my chair as
Two birds, at each end of the grove of trees
Call to each other in identically pitched notes.
A female cardinal came straight at me
Perched for a few seconds
Then sprinted off to the nearest tree and began to sing.
The air is full of the soft lilts of multiple birds
The screeching of the cicadas
And then voila!
No sound but light and quick vibrations as a hummingbird hovers near my leg
Dancing its flight for me.
A passing train sirens its hello,
A shout among the lowest of rumbles.
There is a whole orchestra tuning up for the day,
And I cannot decide if
I am the conductor
Or the audience.
— ( c ) St. John 2012