Cardinal
Question: what is air if not
the means by which we
see and feel? Sound creates only
itself, another version of the original
sense. I move from shadows to a deeper
darkness, hoping to find that point where absence
ends. But there is no end, only
continuation, a cry for those
who offer their hands in ambiguity. Sometimes
a cardinal’s call fills our
morning with questions. So
little of all we touch
is felt. We are the air. The air is.
Another poem from the 80s. I was obsessed with birds even back then…
O at the Edges 
we are the air. the air is. – wonderful
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Thank you, Beth. I spent many mornings in the 80s on my patio listening to birds.
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Cardinals definitely inspire – all birds get my attention, but the brilliance of a male cardinal is stunning. And pause leads to … poetry, apparently! I especially like “So little of all we touch
is felt” for its ambiguity … whether felt by the toucher or touchee …
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Cardinals bring us much joy. Last summer we watched a male cardinal feed a juvenile cowbird at our feeder. Apparently the cowbird hadn’t yet discovered that it was not a cardinal, and that didn’t matter to the cardinal. 🙂
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The female cardinal I think is beautiful too. A light red/blonde color. Mmm… about the color of my hair! LOL
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Oh, yes! We mustn’t forget them. So beautiful!
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