The Mockingbird Sings in a Rose Garden and a poem "On Thursday Afternoon" - May 2024

A spring walk though the garden of roses while the mocking birds sings, with some bees, call of California quail, and the breeze. The mandevilla vines are blooming on the patio, pink bush, and so many roses - Peace, French Perfume, Just Joey, Love, red Mr. Lincoln, Chicago Peace, and Elektron, dark pink and fragrant hiding between mandarine tree's branches... I wrote poems about various birds and roses, but not about the mockingbird, except a mention in a haibun, and various birdson-themed poems. . .
On Thursday Afternoon
Your voice outside my window-
deep, calm flowing inexorably like a river
towards the future we will not know until
we look back and the past and say:
"So that’s what you meant. So, that’s what it was."
Understanding the totality of the whole
that encircles us in a glowing sphere of
emotions-forgiveness, radiance, joy
of the fleeting moment, The present.
The golden line of a mockingbird song
weaves in and out of time-I follow
its ornamental thread into the present-
space opened up by gratitude,
blossoming in a smile.
Sparrows in the birdbath, jet planes
in the sky, hummingbird’s wings,
the dove’s shadow passing over the lawn,
and chimes playing endless variations
of the same melody over and over-
until all time ends and we are back
in that singularity beyond all spatiotemporal
emanations, back in the One Love of One
Mind, One Will, One-Us.
(C) 2022 by Maja Trochimczyk, published in "Bright Skies" (Moonrise Press)