by Luis Cuauhtemoc Berriozabal
The day is crowded with birdsong
from the valley to the sea.
I follow the songs on my travels.
Walking alone, but not lonely.
The expansive sky smiles down on
me. A silhouette moon peeks
out. The songs bring me comfort.
I do not feel alone today.
I thank the world for the gift
of song. I would feel sad
without birdsong. I whistle my
approval. I walk along the shore.