Hope

In the other room,

The sun room,

Even when dusk,

The small blue bird jumped onto the table.

A striped head ducked,

Then folded wings to raise a glass of water and bring it to its beak.

I stared.

Then laughed.

Bright blue wings with white stars.

Feathers starkly beautiful,

Like stained glass.

They waved to me as water

Dripped from the beak.

Life, it said. Drink!