Red-Winged Blackbird
Instead of slopping through the woods
Planting tracks in the mud
Forging through thickets
Wading through streams
Noticing the emergence of glorious Spring
We took ourselves to the dull streets
All paved and managed
By teams of trucks, driven by green men
Mowing, buzzing, raking, and taming
the Wild
Except for the Sun
Who found us and
Warmed us, and
The red-winged blackbirds,
Dozens of red-winged blackbirds, who
Flanked the neighbor’s creek
Singing and trilling and
Entrancing
me into a meditative,
higher plane
We went somewhere – yesterday –
Somewhere unexpected