On a sunny Saturday afternoon in a nature center, I happen upon a Bird Blind.
I reverently step into the quiet structure and sit on the simple wooden bench.
An opening in the wall at eye level allows me to gaze out, unseen by the birds due to the dark interior of the Blind.
The other observers and I speak in hushed voices out of respect for the peaceful environment, and to not disturb the birds.
I watch a cardinal and a mourning dove splash in a small pond fed by a stream which tumbles over mossy rocks.
The water dances in the sunlight as the birds sing.
At the same time, I have the knowing feeling that a much larger being is watching the bird watchers, unable to be seen in the darkness of their vast Blind.
Sage Burner Poetry 