Birds in a Nest

The world must look strange from above.
Necks outstretched,
upward with closed eyes,
gawking out, “feed me.”
Uncountable birds counting on Him counting them,
Not by number, but by name.



I need to block out the world.
Not always, but sometimes
I need to turn off the silence
And blaze a pounding presence
of membrane drumming under earphones,
Bobbing my head to privacy,
Noising my peripherals with imagery
I can ignore into focus.


Written while listening to this video over and over again playing on a nearby screen. :


I’ve made a brilliant cup of coffee this morning,
but as it touched my lip,
It devoured my taste for coffee
the moment I took a sip.