in my head
songbirds
flit about your head
the woodland creatures
lay gifts
at your feet
in honor
the clouds always
part
so a single ray of light
shines upon you

somehow

in reality
you are
better

there is a deep
satisfaction
in your
existence
that massages
my soul

so when i see
a songbird
or
a squirrel
i take comfort
you are there.

and that’s enough