Conduit
As our planet spins
first light
slips back in
It’s quiet until little red
house sparrows
and hummingbirds arrive
greedy to feed
A lament of doves
feasting on seeds
Ten, maybe fifteen
busy on the ground
Mostly safe
at our house
could be a hawk
or cat around
One threat, guns,
is missing—
In this simple light
only winged things
and wonder
The morning light and the quiet birds always bring the best peace to the house, Didi.