Scenes from the Journey: Stopped in My Tracks by Spring Robins

Sunday, October 22, 2017

Strolling to the subway one May morning

(no more breakneck speed for me)

I was stopped in my tracks

by robins.

Two of them, fuelled

by the raging hormones of spring,

flew past me,

two feet in front of my nose

as if I were just another harmless, inanimate object

to be ignored.

Straight as a die they flew

in that uniquely robin-esque rush

to reach there

from here.

One after the other—

literally, one was after the other—

predictably the male after the female

in a dash for life, more life,

acting on that built-in urge to make more robins—

quick, before it is too late.

Lusting robins flew a bee-line

(a robin-line)

toward the fulfillment of the nest.

That they passed right under my nose

made me pause for gratitude.

Scenes from the Journey