"A Golden Day".

Sitting on the ledge, balancing,
Baking in the sun,
I watched
The bubble of water erupt endlessly
And spill over the triangular stone surface
Washing it seamlessly.
The yellow rubber coil of hose passed by
Taking water to the parched land across the sea of grass.
I saw remnants of travel in the starry pole of coconut shell
Captured by dried dung, the sign of uncaring waste
Silvered by nightly predators seeking sustenance,
Trails proving endurance through trial,
Redemption still possible.
Behind, a creeping, crawling, sprawling plant
Spread among the sea-washed stones, yellow flowers
Raised high, defiant, starry.
When suddenly,
The trio of yellow triumphancy was made complete
As a tiny bird fluttered down,
Swooping twice for a reconnoitre
To secure its safe reception.
Swipe of yellow on its head
Diffused across its heart, she
Watchfully washed, refreshing,
Creating a Trinity of celebration,
Golden crested glory to the creator;
A unifying revelation of soul to others,
Mind, will and emotion of hope.


Kittie Carr