In The Light Of Day Poem by Daniel Brick

24 June 2020

A bird feeder sways
gently in a wind
only half-born. Beside it,
an iron pole is fixed
securely in muddy soil.

Overhead a few birds fly
along the migratory path.
They are tardy travelers
having postponed departure
for three weeks. They are

serious birds, no scavegers
like bluejays, no tricksters
like crows. Just stalwart
birds of all types, whose flight
maintains the Harmony of Land and Sky.

I would readily join them
in miles and miles of flight.
We, whose flight in the light
of day, will maintain the Harmony
of the Land and the Sky for all creatures.