Robin’s Song

I feel a rope around my chest,

pulling tighter

on my breath.

My heavy mind,

it weighs me down

six-hundred tons, at least.

What life in me is left to live?

What shard can I hold onto?

There is no fix to heal the ache

Except the dance of time.

Distracted by their squeals of joy

I look beyond the gnaw of grief.

the stars and the moon

skip across their smiles

the sun beams burst

from their limbs.

The joyous robin starts to sing

I listen to her tune, that

reminds me of the remedy

for returning to where I am.

Unlike my fears and all my sorrows

her tune is not for yesterday

nor is it for tomorrow

her tune is for right here, right now

as I watch my blossoms bloom.