Blue Jay

written  July 17, 1992 11:05 am after reading Keats' Letters.

 (kind of a journal entry written in free verse)

This morning I awoke to see a Blue Jay,

regal in its cap, perched on my fence

facing away, looking over his shoulder,

resting peacefully.

He was framed by a circle of white morning glories

-the wild kind, of course.

And below his talons, more of white-

an arch of white impatiens billowing out of their box.

Yesterday he landed, looked both ways,

and took a dip in the pool of my pond,

dunking himself and bathing himself

-sloshing sideways-

and flew away.

Today, I wanted to take his picture

but he flew away.

So I snapped anyway--

And now I know the meaning of

Morning Glory.