THE NUTHATCH

 

back there the nuthatch
makes itself known

i'm sitting here reading
a poem

the sunlight dangles
through the maples

and my tea grows luke

i want

to see it, to be it, but
its squank is syncopated and

i lift the cup from the saucer and
break the moment

a sure action
to offer praise and wreck

the day

 

7-4-11