Early morning a blue bird
Not quite blue and with blush breast
Knocks, no, bangs at my window sill
Wanting still
Fluttering frantic wings beat on the glass
I smile and approach but he retreats
Seeing only his shadow until I pass
Confusing glass
He is there most mornings
Undeterred by futility
Seeking only his reflection
His connection
What is he saying
Is there a message in his efforts
Some coded answer to what I ask
Secrets of a writing task
Each day I seek answers
What is my daily purpose
Just to live and make my way
Or bring the story beyond today
lovely