I wonder if people are called
by the songs of the birds they know.
Having spent most of my life on the East coast
the songs of those birds
are the soundtrack for my daily life.
I think of the way you are leaving for California-
how you call it home
even though it has not been your home
for more than thirty years,
and I wonder if it is the songs
of the birds on that coast
that sing in the background of your life
(or visit in your dreams).
And maybe this is what it will be
when it is time to leave this beautiful world.
There will be the distant song of something familiar
calling us home.
We will recognize it right away
and feel comfort in knowing it is what greets us.
We too will know we are going home.
blue sky infinite 