Red-winged blackbirds have lots of sex
and they sing
flashing their stripes
bouncing on a cattail.
What’s my singing perch
from which to belt out
songs of joy and gratefulness
and courtship and love?
My cattails are
the little thoughtful things,
the daily things.
A welcome-home kiss,
A text of the sunrise because you know it will make me smile,
Picking up my plate after dinner,
Leaving the garage door open when I am soon to be home,
A walk holding hands,
Filling two water bottles before we go to the gym
and putting lemon in mine,
Bringing the car around on a cold evening out,
Bouquets of wild flowers and lovely weeds,
Offering me a stick of cinnamon gum,
Carrying the heavy laundry basket down the stairs,
Inviting me along carp fishing,
Trying all the crazy things I cook,
Listening to my poems,
Snapping my snowmobile jacket collar so I won’t get cold,
A long hug before we part on work day mornings,
and never missing an “I love you” before we go to sleep.