Meditation

Meditating in the mist this morning
a Silent Waxwing greets me
pausing for a moment 
and then flies on

Minutes later, amid the drops
the Invisible Catbird appears
I need not turn my head 
We contemplate each other
eye to eye
old friends

Coffee cup is empty
time to go
but the Song Sparrow 
says "no"

Listen to me
I'll sing my song 
for you