true life

the wood pecker
black
and white.
some red in a small
dash
of color
upon his breast
and neck
alights on the fence
beyond the window.
busy with his
survival,
unaware of my eyes
upon him. in
his skittish nature,
going from
board to board,
a seed
or bug
in sight. how we
busy ourselves
with the work before us,
distanced
in short
from
our inside, true life.