i saw a kingfisher fly just feet from where you sat it didn t even catch your eye what am i meant to make of that could it be that you are blind or overcome with grief something so heavy on your mind such wonder offers no relief would you rather it was gold placed by a stranger in your hand a promise to a better life with swaying palm and gold but who am i to criticize as i sit here and eat alone be grateful i have sharper eyes and take this simple blessing home