A face in the public domain
Their Exchange
Most mornings
just as the last star goes dark
the rain marches in from the sea.
These showers
spray the metal roof
and flow into the gutter pipes.
The pipes gurgle and glug
as the water rushes through them.Most mornings
along with the rain
come two myna birds
that perch on one of the gutter pipes
just outside my bedroom window.
They chatter and click
and exchange all sorts of mysterious information
with each other
as the rain continues
to move through the pipes beneath them.Most mornings
they carry on and on
and I get lost
in their interesting conversation.
I am careful
not to interrupt their discussion.
It sounds of such importance.
This daily meeting they have
going over their agenda
as if they were at a coffee shop
having a business meeting.Most mornings
it is bliss to stay still and eavesdrop.
Feeling like I am
a part of something consequential.
They do not linger
in their consultation.
The assembly is fairly brief.
But I am energized
by my silent participation.
Thankful for the opportunity
to have witnessed their exchange.
