I still have hope..even against everything I read and hear on the internet.
The Robins in my garden are building nests..
They chatter to themselves busily…hauling building supplies
back and forth.
Some unwound yarn strings, dry strands of who knows what, or
where they found them;
dead useless things are being recycled into baby bird incubators and bassinets.
Spring is a time to take hope.
New things bloom and old things reincarnate once again
Robins and Tanagers stay focused on the needs at hand.
Working feverishly, flying over there and building over here,
Soon the rains will come in earnest.
Babies will be hatching among the twigs and fibers, feathers, and their siblings
safe and warm in their nests.
They are shielded by their parents who rotate their shifts,
one staying home and the other looking for food.
Thunder cracks the silence of the afternoon and small rain drops begin to fall.
For just a few minutes, I feel hopeful…
as safe as a baby robin,
peering out from the safety of its’ nest.
April 14th 2017
San Isidro, Costa Rica.