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.