A POEM A DAY

With thanks to The Engines of Our Ingenuity, Episode 3310

When we walk into school together, the birds are with us too.
The romantic poets romanticized birdsong with scientific precision.
I carry you through the music each morning.
I never named what I heard
until today.
The birds sing and we call it birdsong. The soundtrack to
the small steps you take beneath the trees.
We all have our antidote to loneliness.
A reminder of our worthiness.
Evidence of our goodness.
Listening makes me a witness to what is.
The whispers we share on the walk to school
blend beneath the morning symphony.
It feels like a show just for you and me,
and before the curtain calls and I have to go,
You say DaDa and ByeBye and wave goodbye.