At twilight, Grackles and Goldfinches drink water,
but I prefer transparent Riesling, a wine to capture
in-between-light when all gets said and undone.
Glass in hand I drink and watch birds clutch
the rim of the feeder. My hand grasps a glassful
of stemmed memories populated with music.
After one sip of time people gather and hang around
for a last drink served up near birds perched next to
my life’s collection of ghosts. No one flies solo.
Judith Bader Jones’ poems appear in The Language of Small Rooms and Moon Flowers on the Fence,chapbooks published by Finishing Line Press. Her book of short fiction, DeltaPearls, published by Sweetgum Press, Warrensburg, MO received the William Rockhill Nelson Award for Fiction. She has upcoming poems in I-70 Review, Heart, and CHEST, The Journal of the American College of Chest Physicians.
With the utmost pleasure I drink with Judy and the birds absorbing her words to the fullest
Thank You, Teresa Peck for reading this poem and connecting with Zingara Poetry Review.
The specificity of grackles and goldfinches drew me into this poem immediately. The last phrase, “No one flies solo,” seamlessly connected me to a universe beyond these birds, this glass of wine. I raise my own glass of Riesling to Judith’s fine work.