Today,
Small birds they had never noticed before
Held their gaze.
They sat down;
The breeze was biting.
How had they never noticed the patio umbrellas were orange?
Or how the grass shot out of the metal grate?
Or the scribbles on the third-story window?
Or the way the air sounded
Or the ants in their neat little lines
Or the click click click of footsteps
Or the tiny planes twinkling in the cerulean sky?
How had they never noticed
That they had been happy?