I face outside

through the grimy windows

and ​wash away flakes of 

food from the bowl  – 

​

The sun shines onto the silver of the faucet, 

reflecting back light of the sun

straight into ​my eyes 

​and the reflection doesn’t hurt 

 like the sun did the times

I looked ​straight at it –

And as I place the bowl in the dish rack

I am at this moment

aware of who I am – 

​And as I look up

I see on the window

the shadow of a bird

sitting on a wire

and just as ​I am aware

of what I am seeing

the bird flies away

and I know this

only because now 

in the window 

​is just the shadow of a wire –