The Cardinal

I hear the high chirp mocking me from a distance, able to hear but not see. Scanning the skyline, desperate to see your beauty. I know I will not be able to touch you, but at least I can see you. Would that sustain me? Would that fill the hole?

I heard you again, this time closer. I searched the trees. Why can’t I see you? Your red plumage should stand out against the blue sky and green trees, but it doesn't. Your absence is sickening. I fell to my knees, lightheaded from searching so hard. I close my eyes to calm the storm in my head. I hear you once again, your distinct call beckoning me to see. Is my mind playing tricks on me? I slowly, reluctantly open my eyes. You are there! Right in front of me, your red feathers glistening in the sun. You stand proud but confused. You cock your little head as if to say, “Why are you so sad?” You jump closer and examine me further. “I am here,” you twit. “I am here, I am here,” you repeat as you dance in the sunlight. Your presence calms me. I smile to see you so happy and so full of life.

I reach out to touch, but you fly away. I see you go and land on a distant tree. You look back and spread out your feathers. “I will always be near,” you seem to say, “even when you cannot see me, but you must let me go for I am finally free.” You fly into the sun as I watch you soar, unable to see you any longer, but knowing you are near, happy, and free.