Monthly Archives: February 2015

Wandering Bird

Sometimes,
walking along the river,
there is a quiet lifting,
as if the day
we’re happening here
and elsewhere
and I was a visitor in both worlds.

Cormorants still hunt
from the driftwood snag in mid stream.
The sky road still fills and empties with planes
from the nearby airport,
and cars still trundle along below the levy
like weary office workers
circling the habitats
of their own slow river of days.

Yet here, in this moment,
is a kindness,
a belonging,
a wonderment,
like a glimpse of a great wandering bird,
blue green and iridescent,
strayed from its normal flyway,
drawn down to the sound
of all of our heartbeats,
and looking for others
who are lost in the own way too.

Mount Stuart

(after Tu Mu)

high up the stony trail below
the hatchet-faced mountain

the bones of a horse
at sunset

Fishing

The Yakima indians
often fish the Columbia river out of season–
getting cited, even thrown in jail
like David Sohappy,
and doing it again
and again.

Doing what makes you
ancestrally human,
even in the midst
of the distracted
maelstrom,

turns out to be
its own
kind of
poetry.