Out My Window
Bluebirds feed at a birdfeeder,
heads jerking about between bites.
A struggling cyclist sits tall
after a climb up the hill.
A man unhurriedly walks his dog
as if without losses or appointments.
Dandelions soften edges of cracks
on the sidewalk.
A child walks through a puddle,
stamping her feet in the middle.
Cars travel by at neighborly speeds
without hiss or roar or vexing exhaust.
Harmonic minor scales trickle lightly
from the house next door.
A hopscotch grid in uneven yellow chalk
occupies a driveway, waiting for small feet.
Two squirrels chase each other with fluid dexterity
on a tree trunk.
The broken glass bottle in the street yesterday
Branches of trees bend toward
the middle of the street like an archway.
For the moment, the rest doesn’t matter.