Feb 26, 2023
I go out and there she is, still of course, sitting on the nest, dead-center invisible in our flowing, still young and staked acacia; crown an almost perfect circle, dark greens blurring now in this high wind, wrestling it, compliant too—and you have to stand still and look in to see her, there where the wind splits open the head, slashes the branches, and you see her—heart, jewel, bloom, star—I can’t help but look, wind-slicings keep revealing her, felt-still, absorbent of light, sound, gaze, idea—
“Undated Lullaby” from Sea Change by Jorie Graham