Two birds, darkly colored,
squawked to each other
Hopping from branch
To branch up some tree.
I did not understand their language
But they too, were creatures
That breathed the same air
That gave me life.
They spoke to each other,
Of things I could not know
But they uttered cries
As if to proclaim the
Urgency of the present moment.
These birds were not like me
But we shared those moments
When I gave them my attention.
They became a part of my experience.
This is how life goes on,
We collect moments with the way we notice.
All we can do is notice and be present
For life happens in both the mundane
And the extraordinary.