Poem of the Month, May 2014: Total Surrender




I sit back and let
the blissful sun do her work
on my upturned face.


From his melody
it sounds as if the blackbird
is doing the same.


I fill the birdbath
with fresh clean sparkling water
for our feathered friends.


The whole universe
focuses on a poet
basking in the sun.


Far off, the dull roar
of traffic going nowhere
and nations at war.


Total surrender –
the boy next door is bouncing
a ball in his yard.