by Ted Kooser
Still dark, and raining hard
on a cold May morning
and yet the early bird
is out there chirping,
chirping its sweet-sour
wooden-pulley notes,
pleased, it would seem,
to be given work,
hauling the heavy
bucket of dawn
up from the darkness,
note over note,
and letting us drink.
Felix's Chinese name is Wei Tien. For the longest time, he thought his name meant "very sky." But he later found out it roughly translated to "Preserver of Heaven."
Felix was in show choir in high school. He can still pull out the old "jazz hands" if need be, due in no small part to muscle memory.
Every once in a while, Felix has some interesting run-ins with other Asians. At times, they're armed with cameras; at other times, he has the slight feeling that they might be armed, period.
that’s awesome. thanks for sharing.
Glad you liked it! Ted Kooser is one of my favorite poets, and what I love about his stuff is how accessible his writing is… especially to people who may not be that into poetry.If you want to read a bit more, I’ve got several of his poems posted on here. Mostly because I couldn’t help myself, and wanted to share. They’re here:The Time of Their LivesTattooAt the Office EarlyCameraMournersCarrieYear’s EndNew Year’s Day