GIFT
by Robin Shwedo
©: Robin Shwedo, 1985
There's a breeze outside.
I know,
because my wind chimes
are dancing.
They were a
Christmas present
from a friend who
finds me hard to shop for.
He's right, of course.
I'm, at times,
a fragmented,
puzzling person,
who likes a
little
of a lot of things,
but not quite enough
to spend a lot
on one particular thing.
But there are the chimes.
They dance and twirl,
singing musically
their tinkling,
swirling song.
First,
we hung them out back.
But no one heard their
delicate music there.
In front was nice,
until,
on a very windy day,
they nearly
beaned the mailman.
So now,
they sing outside the
kitchen window,
where I spend my time
and hear them
enough to really
enjoy their sound.
This is part of Love, Feelings, and the Seasons of Life, looking for a permanent home.
