solace
it’s a still monday morning
a yellow bellied sapsucker
gently plucks
from the bird feeder in the tree
that hangs over the deck
the sound of his hammer
striking against the plywood outside
soothes me
the sun grazes upon his shirtless skin
in the yard
chickadee calls fill the air
if someone asked me to define solace,
i think i’d tell them about
this morning.
