The world wakes up slowly
as I sit on my porch
listening for the songs of birds.
I’m trying to tell them apart
the way you can when we walk
but I do not yet have your ear.
Right now,
all I can hear is the collective joy
at another day-
the excited trills
overlapping each other in conversation
with the breeze in the leaves
and the wide blue sky.
It is enough.
It is enough to know
that you will tell me the names of the birds
when you wake up.
It is enough to know that we have this day
and these songs
and this sky.
It is enough
to know.
blue sky infinite 