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WAITING ON THE WORLD  (March/February 2021 poetry)


********

the patterns that once made up the world
are on pause
waiting for the restart button
how many of us are glued to our windows
watching for the world to return?

*********

my little green parrot
perches near the window
he's a wise bird
a keen inquiring mind
he often chatters to himself
in a language I randomly understand

his thoughts must take him
beyond the rain-streaked window
flying with the pigeons and
then onto a distant rain forest
where his family lived

I know I'm only borrowing him
that he's an alien from an equatorial land
a palace of green
where he ate wild fruits
and scavenged the river banks
for the healing clay
when the fruits are too green

he might be a proud bird
un-envious of the pigeons and other birds
but he might envy their winged precision
as they fly in unison corkscrews
synchronized aerobatics
and still somehow they always manage to return
to the same place

does he wonder about the goings on
of the little people he watches
engaged in their frantic daily routines
does he watch them as they mechanically
return, each, to their chosen holes/doors
little ant-people following familiar scent paths
to the other ant-people waiting at home

does all his waiting and watching
satisfy him
does he entertain and distract himself
just like people do...
and if this watching-waiting doesn't
satisfy
does he feel ennui like I do?



written directly to the page, will return for edits/clarity later
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