The day is apparently beautiful
I suppose I should love today
how pigeons pirouette in courtship
and she, flying forth, leaves him
and still he twirls in place, dances on
Why should he not? the day is beautiful
Should sparrows not alight in warm winds
steering and splitting the air like a kite
gliding effortlessly, as playfully as children
who balance on the edge of the riverwalk?
Should they too not also enjoy themselves?
For surely it must be a beautiful day.
Should the robin not be curious of me
brazen and full of courage for crumbs
wondering at the contents of my bag?
Should geese not honk in salutation
and wrens not siren such foreign notes?
Of course. It is a beautiful day
Artwork – Pissarro – Springtime in Eragny (1890)