TOTAL SURRENDER
I sit back and let
the blissful sun do her work
on my upturned face.
From his melody
it sounds as if the blackbird
is doing the same.
I fill the birdbath
with fresh clean sparkling water
for our feathered friends.
The whole universe
focuses on a poet
basking in the sun.
Far off, the dull roar
of traffic going nowhere
and nations at war.
Total surrender –
the boy next door is bouncing
a ball in his yard.