poem & photographs by Gina Marselle
What I love about birds
is that sometimes they travel alone on a Path
and sometimes
there’s a whole flock.
What I admire most about the bird–
it’s singular.
To survive:
- food
- water
- shelter
- hope.
Each morning he begins with his Song.
Sometimes only heard
inside the whisper of God’s tender breath.
By each evening,
the golden hour
comes flooding with light upon the earth.
More quiet than a bird of prey hunting.
Or a mother bird nestling before the night comes;
she hides her chicks and song from all to hear.
Perhaps, it is is I who is lonely,
perhaps, it is I who is depressed,
perhaps, it is me who fights–
it’s me without song,
without flight,
alone.
I envy the bird when he’s high above
floating between clouds and rays and stars.
Stillness on this earth as it moves around the sun.
Wind in my hair.
Stealing breath and time.
There are more fish than birds,
more trees than stars,
more tears than laughter,
more hope than despair.
Did you know: “It may surprise you, but there are more trees on Earth than there are stars in the Milky Way. According to a study published in Nature there are about 3 trillion trees on our planet. This far outpaces the “measly” 100-400 billion stars estimated to exist in the Milky Way.”
Saturday's Sirens 