Summoned

A Poem by Taylor

Looking outside my window,
Gazing at the cloudless, periwinkle sky.
Sun shining brightly,
A ripe lemon on a sky blue tablecloth.
Leaving spots in my vision.
Abruptly, out the corner of my eye,
I see a flash of red.
A robin,
Flying like a Corvette on an empty highway.
Slowing down, now,
Landing on the branch of a small tree,
Just outside my window.
She sits there, her dwarf head moving side to side,
Like a pen on paper,
As if she was looking for something.
Suddenly,
Her intense brown eyes came to a stop,
And found mine.
It is not something she is looking for,
But rather, someone.
Me.