
The past two weeks have been
trumunchulous.
I know that isn’t a word,
but often times
feelings are hard to translate.
Sickness took us down…hard.
I’ve become a creamy bowl of
sadness soup.
It’s ok though.
For some reason I like to stay in this space
for as long as I can
when it’s available.
Maybe because it’s not something
that’s normally encouraged.
Anyways.
I cut my finger pretty badly this morn.
As I was trying to stop the bleeding
I looked outside
and noticed some cardinals
landing at the empty feeder.
After the bleeding stopped
and I bandaged myself up,
I got all my gear on.
I went to the back patio door
but I couldn’t get the screen door to budge –
it was frozen shut.
I went out the front door and around the back
but I couldn’t get the gate to open –
there was too much snow on the other side.
I took a deep breath and swallowed,
my raw, sore throat sent shooting pains
up into my ears –
it’s been 5 days and I still can’t shake this sickness.
I don’t know why
but I needed the birdies
to be happy today.
So I crawled through the downstairs window,
filled up the feeder,
and crawled back inside.