A sound like optimism wakes me,
a bird with so much music in his tiny body
he is bullying us to begin the day –
Wake up, come and see this world, he sings.
Wake up, there are so many wonderful things.
And here’s me,
a hundred times bigger
with only half his voice
and so little music
inside me.
Could it be the brazen blackbird singing?
Could he have finally found his voice
and is back to boast?
I look out the window.
A speckled sparrow is settled on the holly bush.
The blackbird is
nowhere
to be seen.
I get up and make pancakes.