Still

Alone. Awake.
A bird.

Her heart 
unshushed
unfettered
a lesson

we think we 
know better
and we do
she is just
so very just
and still

a bird
a feather
a mother.
I don’t know

what you were
expecting
when you 
went out
without a
coat, 
without your
hat, but

you must
have known
I would only
listen so 
long as I
was certain

that she 
was you.

Still by Terry Bain