Right outside my window
a rain of birdsong rushes in -
chickadees chatting,
warblers whistling,
blue jays commanding
and robins cavorting.
A chaotic mizzle of notes
soak the air with sounds
until the sky begins
to darken...
turning a shade
of wet denim blue.
Sounds begin softening
scents begin rising -
damp, spongy earth
and fresh beginnings
all sprawled out and heavy
upon the night’s cooling air.
The taste of sunshine lingers
as the sky becomes
an obsidian ocean
of star-speckled wonder.
There’s a knowing in my body
and I follow its wanting.
I slide the screen door open
and step outside to bathe in
and soak up
the dark, moist quietude
of now
until my face is wrinkled
from smiling and my body feels
as supple as seaweed
bobbing upon
a moonlit
bay.
- Lauren Taub Cohen
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