The View at My Window

Of the many books on the shelf, there was one entitled: Do-it-yourself. It was always otherwise blank. It is the one that I often ended up reading whenever I sat at my window… Today, as I was readying myself for another reading, I got this instead: the flicker fluttering of a bird – humming feathers, the pointed beak which came back and back again to kiss and kiss the window opener… And in my reading, I stopped dead. Instead I thought: what a moment: impossible to forget! What a good place to begin! And I have begun reading the window instead. I can do it myself; I can come to close or to open the window as I want myself. Somewhere nearby or just beyond, I can find places and cases for kisses that might foster a metallic bond!