For the birds

For the birds


This morning it was almost as if the birds were applauding me.
How strange it was
the sound of their fluttering wings resonating into my bedroom
like the sound of hands applauding.

A crowd clapping as I rose;
this sound echoing into my apartment.

As these birds flew past my window
the sound of applause made me feel almost as if I had accomplished something in my sleep.

In this waking hour
they rose to the sky
and I opened my eyes to their applause.

Congratulations indeed.


*I wrote this poem on the subway one morning. I somehow never really paid attention to the sound of the birds outside of my apartment before.