This is a private poem.
I wish I could tell you more
but you know how it goes with wishes.
When I was a little girl
my grandparent’s yard had a light pole.
A pole light. What else do you call it?
And we had bats and birds
and aunts who said
If a red bird lights on something,
make a wish and watch.
If the bird flies away,
your wish will come true.
That’s how I found myself this morning
staring at a cardinal on the chainlink fence,
making a wish of habit and optimism.
There was this one time
by a mudhole at the Wild Animal Park
I saw a rhino and a hippo in a stand off
One stomped the ground,
the other stared, neither moved.
The guide said they could kill each other.
I stared at the red bird til a brown bird came
and they flew away together
leaving me and my optimism behind.