FRIDAY, JANUARY 9Bird on Reeds, San Diego River, Mission Valley

Fragile as a glass blower’s best rose
the little bird tiptoed along the reed raft
looking for something I couldn’t see.

Determined and seeming unafraid
it ignored the wind and went on looking
for what may or may not have been there.

I often find myself on mostly solid earth
in mid-step wishing I could remember
what it was I started out to find.