We get into some pretty deep conversations
My therapist and I
It’s not so much about
How I am doing, what happened in my childhood
In my week, but –
How can I be helpful in this insane world
What is this world
Who am I in relationship to it?
I am happy today, we seem to be getting to solutions
Ways I can improve my life, while I have not been trusting
That anything can improve
At a poignant moment in our discussion
A small bird flies up to the sill outside
I note a gold streak on its breast –
Not a sparrow, if sparrows could even fly to the 4th floor
I call it to Marie’s attention
She looks, “by God, is that a goldfinch?”
It’s so tiny, so fast
It’s hard to get a scope on it
But it is a rare sighting
And the poor thing seems to be trying
To get inside the office, hovering for a half minute
