William Michaelian

Poems, Notes, and Drawings

Joyous, Loud, and Something Else

Coffee on, I was reading near the open front window this morning at a little after four, when a robin started singing, either from the lush volunteer cedar near the walk, or from the roof, or from the tall juniper directly across from the window and behind the dahlias. I couldn’t quite tell, but its voice was so joyous and so loud, all I could do was stop and listen.

Joyous, loud, and something else — surprise, I’d say, at hearing itself:

Am I awake? I’m awake. Is it warm? Is it cold? Am I young? Am I old? Where are you, my love?


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