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