This morning as I tried to sleep
the birds began to sing;
A symphony of chirping
loudly heralded the Spring.
Outside my window, piercing shrills
brought excitement in the air;
and despite my dog’s protesting barks
they continued without a care.
It was as if they urged me on,
waste not the light of day.
The things I needed to prepare
could not afford delay.
I gathered pen and paper,
and made note of my intent;
and as I listed all my needs
my mind became content.
With only days before this journey
that will take us far away,
mixed feelings of jubilance and nerves
have overpowered me today.
But I look past my excitement
to the blueness of the sky,
to the clarity of the moment,
and know, my best, I’ll try.
P. Coracas © 28.08.1998