The Birds | Word Meditations 91/366

The birds came in late last year. 
Leaving spring to come in on its own,
Unannounced, unaccompanied, unceremoniously. 
No one said the birds must come. But the birds
Came like they do each year.

Who knows what gales and what winds delayed 
Them on their way. 
Who knows what storms and thunders made them
Turn around — more than once. 
Who knows what luck — beyond the things that 
You and I can see — befell them on their trip.

The birds came in late last year. 
But there they were. One morning,
Setting up nest beneath our roofs.
They birds came in late. But the birds come — 
They always do.