What does it mean
when strangers nod at you?
Four nights ago,
some birds flew in front of my headlights.
It took a while
to figure out what that silver flutter was,
but it was beautiful.
I didn't hit them;
they just went past.
It looked like jazz.
Sometimes when I drink tea
my glasses fog up.
I can only see my thumb
and the cup.
I've had more beautiful visions lately,
dreams with soundtracks.
Something's right,
and truth is a feeling.