Barely AWAKE, I PASTE a cheerful smile on my face. I want to RAISE the spirits of my traveling companions, and I want to CAUSE a wave of cheerfulness that will ripple across the day. Nevermind that I might be unfocused or uncertain of what is next, for them (and myself) I will make an effort.

Georg’ann

Little bird sings songs of sorrow,
articulating that which we cannot SOLVE,
all attempts have been a WASTE.
In the morning she might be gone.

I RAISE the small brown feather,
stroking it between my thumb and forefinger,
brushing it over my wrist.

A brief PAUSE before my knees buckle
and the heaving sobs begin.
No more CAUSE for suffering,
Our dear wren has taken flight.

Heather