BANGOR DAILY NEWS • June 9, 2020
I listen to the birds as hard as I can. I try not to take even the most common and incessant songs for granted: The robin’s, the catbird’s, the song sparrow’s whistles and trills ping-ponging in the weeds. Yet my attention fades, and my thoughts return to their earthbound ruts. What to do with this rage, this helplessness, this sorrow over the sickness and violence stealing so many lives? In this season of beauty and terror, the birds will be singing whether or not we listen. Every morning, may we open our eyes. May we open our windows. May we listen. ~ Kimberly Ridley, Brooklin