Patterning

Can I live a full life?

A string of clear whistles,

After a rainy and thunderous afternoon,

I can sense some tightness in my chest.

Is the existence of pain an indication that we are alive?

 

Two rusty red breasts,

Two dark heads and backs,

And intimate cheery songs,

One after another with short pauses,

And I am in awe as the Robins approach me.

To remind me that boundless and limitless love exists.

Denis Kariuki