This poem is a bridge
roping across the chasm of the mind
discovering words
to span the isolation.

I sing but no one listens.
From my window
I see people far away
but there is joy
for birds are flying round:
sparrows, wrens, two blackbirds,
pigeons, many soaring gulls
bringing to the eye delight
lessening isolation.
The blessed sun gives warmth
which plummets to my soul.