For The Birds

I may not be able to grow jack crap in the garden but I was thinking about getting a bird feeder for out front. I’ve seen blue jays and cardinals almost daily for the last two weeks. I know the male cardinals voice when he comes in the yard. I dreamed about them last night, about birds. I had a dream that I was under the freeway watching wood peckers. Then the scene turned to me on a boat sailing down a river watching an old structures pump out black fumes from burned oil. The smoke stack was brass like the pipes of an old organ. The site was strangely beautiful. If you add one midget, wild horses, single engine planes, my great-grandmother and several generations together in one house you’ve got an odd but accurate idea of last nights dreams. That was one feisty midget in the image of my mother. In the dream the family kept saying, “All she wants is to be love. That’s why she acts this way.” Why she road off on a wild horse I do not know.

Last Tuesday while coming home from therapy I wasn’t the talkative cab fair my driver is use to. He knew something was wrong by the way my head faced the window and I hardly responded to him. What he did next was quite soothing and remarkable. He sang to me. The radio wasn’t on but he just started singing. He sang a popular 70′s song with a deep voice, softly he sang all the way home. It was the sweetest thing ever. When I road home today I told him I needed to rid my head of the session so I put ear phones on and slipped away.

I liked that he sang the other day, it was helpful. If asked I couldn’t tell you the name of the song.

Austin

For The Birds
Wednesday, June 20, 2007-2:16AM EST