The frantic call of the robin,
over and over again calling her mate.
How deep it touches my soul.
And up come the tears of gratitude, love and future loneliness.
When will she stop?
Did they miss communicate the meeting place or
has he stayed longer, forgetting the time?
I follow her voice and watch her through my glasses.

I'm inside now but her call penetrates through the walls.
I hold my breath hoping she won't be disappointed
and he'll come flying in with his matching song ...as the sun sets.

lkm 9 april 1999