Songbird Sings

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The reflection of the windowpane bounces off the ground, and for a moment the whole earth seems still. But with the passing of a distant car, I’m awakened once again to the reality of where I am. After another night of scattered dreams involving long lost loved ones, I awoke to the gentle softness of my bride. And now that my medicine has been taken and last bits of poetry I wrote are posted. I sit with the sun in the cool morning air, with the faint sound of a morning bird and the echoing of the highway.

I’ve spent the past few days writing some pretty harsh posts about the world and how we act in it. Last night I once again went to bed listening to left-leaning podcast about how evil my right-leaning friends and family are. But then I dreamt of Tony and my Granny and I thought, this is much nicer. For 63 years I’ve been doing my best not to fall off this spinning world. And all I got to show for it is a borrowed car, a rented apartment, and a closet full of hand-me-down clothes. I watch every month as my early retirement  stipend floats away with each increasing bill.

I figure my goal is to go out like I came in, with nothing. Leaving nothing but cloud files of pictures and sad letters to myself. Which ironically will get deleted with the first missed cloud payment. It may come as a surprise that I’m laughing to myself right now as I write this. But just like Granny said, “You gonna laugh or cry, and I’d much rather laugh”. So what you think of my sad sack piece? Does it motivate you to do or be more? Or does it just make you feel worse than you already did? Either way, I write this as my therapy and if I’m lucky, maybe it will help you too. Don’t allow your life to be focused on possessions or pain. Just live in the moment then open a window and let the songbirds sing.