has been listening to a veery in the morning
fluting from the sumac-tangle up beyond the barn
as I walk that rise.
I am used to hearing that haunting
in the evening from the darkness
crouching along the creek; counterpointed
by lightning bugs at that changing of the guard,
but in the morning the singing seems
less an ode to quiet countryside
and more a fanfare for me -
as though the kingdom belongs to us both.
My criss-crossing paths
through the Summer goldenrod
are mown fairways eight-feet wide;
avenues for evening walks to the river,
but also boulevards for turkeys and deer
and, perhaps, shopping-aisles
for the young red-tail hawk
who has made my matrix his turf.
We watched him
perched and preening for forty-five minutes
atop the wind-lashed power pole
and we hear him each day
at every hour somewhere
among the encircling tree-tops
creeing from the crow patrols
or just squawking - adolescent as he is.
But to my point; my paths,
I realize, are ready-made enfilades
for his sweeping hungry eyes.
Creating them has prepared a table for him.
And so, like the wren and phoebe
who found me useful to trim and notch
the wild world for them to build a home,
this hawk, the new blood, might stay also
for my being here.
Over the past few months I have been puttering in the barn loft to shape it into a studio space in hopes of encouraging me to draw. It has been great fun rigging up lights, getting the radio/record player to work (thanks Rachel), and setting up drawing tables from our ... collection. Plus it worked, Dan is drawing.
From February 7th through the end of June I wrote over 80 poems; most during the stay-at-home time of the pandemic. I scrambled to get them typed and published before my access to ACS software expired; not to mention that the LuLu site I use sold-out in the meantime becoming as distant from user-centered as as any opaque corporate site could be.
That said, I was able to to manage an 8.5 x 11 version, just to have it (Also ordered a single copy of all my other titles because LuLu is not a place to store files (their bold).
The first twelve years of this blog as pilot and chief navigator for the ACS MS/HS Library working to cultivate the intellectual climate within our school by sharing discoveries, ideas, reflections, and a part of myself. Now I'm adding drawing and more poetry to the sharing