Where the Jaybird Sits

Jessica Ash


Her timing couldn’t be better

as she sets atop the aged bark cylinder

lifting my gaze from muddy feet,

shedding light upon my darkness

and extracting a madness so rooted

and content in its home.

There the jaybird sings beautifully;

her rich, subtle tweet and soft brown eyes.

There she is my friend, perhaps, the only one

on this grey and showering day-

where no one is or will be.

Just me, dirty-toed,

and my animal friend.