Western winds roll in like clumsy children
Bumping into each other in raucous laughter.
Flaying and snapping branches
Gales sweep chairs and scatter debris.
Sand devils rise and collapse on the beach.
Grounded gulls face the water.
The Med awaits the sun
Still behind an opalescent haze.
Small grey tits venture out.
Connect branches in swift flutters
Moving dots and dashes, morse in flight,
With uncertain stutters.
“Please shine!” sings a bird somewhere
“Warm my feathers,
Help me woo a little soul with trills
Clear to the mountain top.
My notes fall flat when you hide
Winds tear them from the sky
They run away to dust in silence
And die in dry gutters.
I do not soar and glide
I am no eagle a wonder to your delight
I am tiny wings of shady hues
Dodging pigeons and magpies.
I do not nest above the fog
Or touch clouds as they float by.
I hide in the foliage of mimosas
Fleet and forage close to the grass.
But show me that you see me.
Hold me so the note in my heart
the sound in my throat
in a pure
fills the air