FACING THE WALL
I fell asleep on the tall cool grass. In
the shade of that big White Oak tree.
I awoke an hour, maybe, later and
remembered clearly my name, and
everything that had transpired while
I slept. The tiny, baby bird, with still
the yellow around his mouth, where
the beak had not yet really hardened;
open-mouthed, silent, it sought food.
It was calm, close enough to come
right to me, and I extended my finger.
It bit, as if I was food. Nothing at all
harmful, just a soft, easy clamp until
it realized I was nothing for it to have.