|Posted by marjiejochesebro on August 9, 2015 at 5:40 PM|
Kevin and the Chickadee
~ Marilyn (Mia) Cartmill
Kevin stands perfectly still,
holding sunflower seeds.
Late snow falls in big wet flakes on his hat,
Swirling around like a shaken snow globe.
He waits for a chickadee to perch on his hand.
Mother said it would happen if he were still enough.
And he is still . . . and quiet,
like no other boy of twelve.
No bird comes but Kevin waits;
a statue cast in silence,
weighted down with heavy boots
and forebodings in February’s deep snow.
A chickadee lights on the heel of his pure right hand
and he’s transfixed like the legendary St. Kevin,
caught in hand with a nesting bird.
But this bird leaves nothing.
It takes a single seed and flies away.
By now, Kevin has lost himself in the globe of his own silence;
A statue in the falling snow –
standing perfectly still
until Hell freezes over or the Fourth of July parade,
or his mother’s voice calls him in from the cold.