I like to watch birds drink from small pools. They drink until they are satisfied, dipping their heads, little shivers to shake off the chill. I find it fascinating. The birds fly off — I never encounter them again. They will probably remember nothing of the drink, not really; I will remember it better than they, hold it closer. Somewhere I believe nothing is wasted, not even the smallest drink of water from the tiniest of birds.
Holly
3:08am monday, 15th july
...and then,
after you saw the birds taking a drink,
continuing on your way,
in grace,
someone encounters you.
They feel the love in you.
You will probably remember nothing of their encounter. They will remember it
better than you,
hold it closer.
Your love has not been wasted. Thank you
them seeing you,
dh
5:17am sunday, 11th january
Often in my own delusions the birds have been my guardians, my peace in the torment, watching over me like angels, bringing calm and comfort to my anguish. You speak to me in the language I know.
-dh
Holly
dh