The Orchard
Oriole
Since early
spring an an orchard oriole sings each morning,
Gracing the dawn
with its cascading song,
Opening my day
with its benediction of song.
Is it a song
that it has inherited over time?
Or is it a song
carried in the nanoentities of its genes?
Unseen, the
orchard oriole frames my morning,
Reminding me of
the beauty surrounding me,
Charging me to
follow the contours of the day’s hours
With something
of the grace and charm of its song.
I have listened
to the song of the orchard oriole,
Finding the
Cornell site,
Tuning my
computer to match its singing.
The thrill of
the singing of bird and machine
Gave me added
strength to navigate the hours.
--June 5, 2013
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