These days I celebrate
each living thing
the soft tuft of rabbit
I see at dusk peeking
from under the shed.
The restless nestlings
hatching in the bird house
by the bedroom window
that wake me each day
in hunger. We don’t need
storks and bonnets, parades
or applause to start again
minute by minute, a newborn
full of wonder.
Poem by Kindra McDonald
Kindra McDonald is the author of the collections Fossils and In the Meat Years. She received her MFA from Queens University of Charlotte. She’s an Adjunct Professor of Writing and teaches poetry at The Muse Writers Center. She lives in the city of mermaids.
Website: www.kindramcdonald.com.