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American Goldfinch

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bright yellow, smaller than the palm
of my hand or your hand
goldfinch lands beside me in the grass
Both of us are too surprised
by the other to move.
For a moment
we sit together
In my day of goal setting
timetables and checklists
add this: Look for
openings, chances to
breathe for a few breaths
with someone wild and other

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  1. That made me breathless for a few moments, until I remembered to breathe! This human/bird surprise encounter is happening to me a lot at the moment when I go out in the mornings to refill the bird feeder and then do some Tai Chi. There’s something about what happens when you do Tai Chi or yoga or something that I think changes the magnetic resonance of the heart, because animals seem less wary and more interested. I believe this is a known fact and not my imagination. (Andrea Katz in her Integrative Horsemanship blog mentions it – her posts are a recent discovery of mine and I’m completely hooked). Thank you for this perfect moment of a poem!

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