Ada's April 2nd!

The Brain Birds are Happy and In Love!

When the cool white moon is replaced
by the sudden sun in the lobby of the
mind, well folks, the birds in there
simply freak out.

You cannot stop them, don’t try,
from flying all over the pink curls of the brain,
making nests of catkins and horse hair and
painted French candies.

Down with sadly singing the last lines
of "Send in the Clowns" over and over!
Down with hiding in the dusty
mean corners of January!

Today, the birds (the ones in here)
are going to play dress-up in all their
favorite dress-up clothes and prepare
to sing a song, no, not a song, a real,
honest-to-goodness anthem.

Ada's April 1st!

The Widening Road

All winter the road has been paved in rain,
holding its form as if it made its own direction.

We have a lot of these days. Or not.

A woman in a car staring out, her hands going numb.
When did the world begin to push us so quickly?

A blue jay flies low over her into the madrones.
She can still see it, its bright movements rocking a branch
surely delighted that it matches the sky.

The honest clouds.

A trembling tenderness grows like a fluttering in her hand.

She wants to hold it in her arms, but not pin it down,
the way the tree holds the jay generously in its
willful branches. The spring wind is blowing
through her—pulling the dead debris free from her limbs.

She cannot decide what she desires, but today it is enough
that she desires and desires and desires. That she is a body

in the world, wanting, the wind itself becoming
her own wild whisper.