I know an osprey fishes this pond
alone, it sails & hovers & dives
until it takes one, I know a great
blue heron lives two houses down
when I saw it yesterday I felt nothing
large or wild, I saw curved gray below
the head behind leaves, the heron
I thought, I know bluebirds on wires
on tree stakes, on my porch rail
I know the sound my washer makes
before it drains, I know I broke
the yolk before it reached the pan
broken yolk on grits, the taste
the same, I know the buckeye lives
I know the rain is over at least for
a few days, I know more clover
needs to be pulled, I know the water
yesterday blown into ridges today
lies still & mirrors the still gray sky
No comments:
Post a Comment