A stork eyed me
by the ferry for Coronado
Island, wondering whether
the new birth in its beak
was intended for me.

I cried out:
I’ll take that please!
She cocked her head, not
altogether convinced by my
enthusiasm, my eagerness
to leave everything behind
and be made new.

The stork retorted:
Did you count the cost?
In truth, I had to say that
I had only counted the
sailboats near the pier, and
the shekels in my pocket, to
see if I had fee for ferry.

The stork said “satis est.” My
pining was sated; my worries
abated and I fell
into tomorrow.

One thought on “Stork-eyed

  1. shoreacres says:

    What a fun poem! I was especially delighted by the imagery because I recently found one of the birth announcements my parents sent out when I was born. Of course it had the obligatory stork.

    I’ve thought of you a time or two the past couple of weeks. I just moved to a new apartment, and I remembered the relative upheaval you experienced when you had to move your office. It’s been many years since I’ve moved, and I’d forgotten how disruptive the experience can be. On the other hand, all that sorting and finding and discarding can be salutary!

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