Eternity AM

I wake up to the sounds of birds.

5:00 AM
Way too early for knitting classes,
Way too late for going back into my dreams.
I feel like
SCREAMING at them
For waking me up
This morning.
Every morning.
With their chatter & their smirks,
It seems as if they’re mocking me.
And I hide my head in the covers and
think.

6:00 AM
When my baby screams.
And screams.
And screams.
And screams.
And screams.
And screams.
And screams.
(And screams.)
And I try to cover my ears,
But (this morning)
I can’t.
So I go in, and cuddle him up, and
He giggles.
And I giggle back.
My baby giggles
(Beautifully.)

8:00 AM
So I look at him pointing
With his
Chubby
Little
Hands
And he is looking at the birds
Fighting and snapping at each other.
And he giggles (at the birds!)
And I stare.
In shock.
For
Quite.
Some.
Time.

9:00 AM
My ears aren’t very good.
I can’t hear all that well.
So lean against my babies ears, and
Listen
Through
Them.
Just connect my eyes to his ears,
Look
Inside
There.
Trying to
See
What he
Hears.
And I
Wait.
And wait.
And wait.

10:00 AM
My baby, my baby, now he can hear.
He can hear the trees shaking with laughter,
Spreading the leaves as they do.
He can hear the chipmunks scattering about,
Whispering excitedly between them.
He can hear the birds.
Oh, Oh, Oh.
The birds.
They sing!
They sing to each other,
Sing about love
And humans
And earth
And nature
And life.
They sing and they dance
And they flutter with
Grace.
They’re pure.
Lovely.
Little.
Birds.

11:00 AM
Me and Baby, we stay there,
Staring at them,
No one thinks to go to classes
Or about war and cruel things,
Or that their something or other is a pain.
We just stay there.
Holding each other’s hands,
And breath in and out deeply,
Taking in the joy for

Eternity AM