I ask the Mockingbird 
In the midst of his aria:
"Oh restless Romeo in search of a mate
Have you a bit of sympathy
For we clamorous, earthbound humans?"
His only answer
His song 

And in my surrendering to this 
Embrace of notes
I am reminded that there is something
Finer in life
Than the constant falling 
Into ones past 

I drink in this overflowing 
Elixir 

Infinite wisdom 
Sung by my feathery
Fellow companion

© Corinne Curico