The Mark and the Wing
The Mark and the Wing
A cardinal appears
when you are not asking for anything.
Red, sudden, steady,
it stays,
as if guarding the moment itself.
You feel watched,
not in fear,
but in care.
A quiet knowing passes through you:
pay attention.
Nearby,
something waits to move,
to leave a trace
where there was only space.
It hesitates,
then trusts.
Between the wing
and the first mark
is belief,
not certainty,
but willingness.
The bird lifts.
The mark remains.
And you understand:
nature does not convince.
It reveals.
