It is enough

A few minutes after sunrise

the sun hits a gap in the trees

blinded by glare I look away

Listen to mockingbirds

the hoot of an owl

before it sleeps in a tree

It is the faint trill

in the woods I listen for

I do not know this bird by name

someday, I may Google the sound

but for now it is enough

To hear its lilt in the woods

while blinded on my porch

in the glare of the sun

5-11-20