Posted in poetry

Ultraviolet Plumage

I’m in my study, alone,
On a January morning,
My newly-socked feet
Not yet warm enough.
I’m conducting a thought experiment.
I’m imagining someone
With neither hearing nor sight
Transported unawares in an instant
To the very middle
Of a bustling newsroom
On an election night.

Did you know,
By the way,
That some birds
Wear mating plumage
In colors they can see
But we can’t,
Beyond the border of the violet?

I’m in my study, alone,
On a January morning,
My newly-socked feet
Not yet warm enough.
I’m alone.
Am I alone?

Author:

I’ve retired after a career teaching law. I divide my time now between Athens, Georgia, in the States and the south coast of Ireland.