Tuesday, Before Dinner

The hum of rush hour above me
tuned out
I hear birds
chirping
my children
playing
laughter
quick footsteps
as they run

I see houses around
some crumbling
others kept
the empty church
quiet
a car passing
home time
or
a pint and sustenance
at Big Jim's

I feel warm
gloves
no hat
a gift
in February
swinging
at the playground
heart swelling
thanksgiving
praise
to the Giver