Monday, April 3, 2017
Control and Order
Before adjusting the lens
everything is a blur.
I see the little yellow birds feeding furiously.
For months now,
since shortly after Jerry's death
I have observed the living-
collecting data such as bird sightings and weather.
I thought that recorded observations would provide answers,
it prompts more questions.
Noisy jays visit one day and not the next,
this morning goldfinches perch
for the first time ever, feeding
while speckled starlings cling to the worn suet bag
and cooing mourning doves feed on the ground.
Carefully, I record the date,
and the weather.
I last filled the feeder yesterday.
Control and order
are really illusions.