Song of the Thrush

Life grinds.
But the song of the thrush,
like the end of a sentence
brings the grind –
bound to the beat
of an overbearing drum,
to a sudden stop.

And somehow a gentle
song survives.

Jason Brightwell lives in Baltimore, MD, where he finds himself regularly haunted by one thing or another. His work has appeared or is forthcoming in journals including: The Blind Man’s Rainbow, Phantom Kangaroo, Red Fez, Quantum Poetry Magazine, and The Battered Suitcase, among others. You can find him on Twitter: @jasonbrigtwell.