a thought

i like to watch birds drink from small pools of water. they drink
until they are satisfied. dipping their heads they give off little
shivers to shake off the chill.

i find it fascinating. i liken it to moments with my children.

satisfied, the birds fly away. i know i will never encounter them
again. they will probably remember nothing of the drink, not really. i
will. i will remember, i will hold it closer.

somewhere, i believe nothing is wasted. not even the smallest drinks
of water from the tiniest of birds.

ghost