Synergist by Michael Keshigian

All day 

I’ve listened to the song

of a single cardinal 

 

ripple stillness

just outside my office window.  

An opera in red tux

 

his throat is a spring

stretching an aria 

through the cluttered house

 

of sound, awakening memories

of events since past.

The timbre enlivens my heart.

 

I can almost touch 

what once was 

as it floats between 

 

song and wind.  An inflection 

so crisp, that I’m convinced

the cardinal sings for more

 

than to merely texture 

the commotion.  His tune

incites another gift.

 

He performs daily,

tireless and without hoarseness,

to make sad hearts flutter.

Michael Keshigian, from New Hampshire, is a musician, writer, runner  published in numerous national and international journals most recently including Red River Review, Blue Pepper, and Tipton Poetry Journal, appearing as feature writer in over a dozen publications with 6 Pushcart Prize and 2 Best Of The Net nominations. (michaelkeshigian.com)