Birdwatching, Up Close

Endless,
my eyes searching
the long wooden slat bench..
Echoes of a whisper inside
my head


cramped in
tiny spaces
motionless with new thoughts -
a flash of sun glimmers leaves in
autumn

shaded
in their decline.
Waiting, I trace over
the lines on the palm of my hand,
life lines

a space
through the maples
occupied, I adjust
the lens on my binoculars
close-up