Towhees and Me
photo by Veronika Andrews
Through the screen I see
one of the towhee pair
mincing and scolding on my outdoor table.
Hardly awake I hurry out to fill their dish.
I don’t know who or where I was all night,
but here, oh world, you are again,
my life is back, I am home,
and the towhees know me as a neighbor.
Why does something in me cry?
I love my anchor here, but in this morning time
of in-between, I’m wavering like water,
wondering how many dreams I’m living,
or how many places harbor me.
But knowing this is not my only mooring
only makes more earnest and more dear —
the breakfasting towhees, and me.
©Susa Silvermarie 2025
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