Birds From Swan Lake Sanctuary
Yesterday I walked to boarded warehouse,
a modern building taking several blocks,
on walking trail around some massive rocks
to keep out workers and some desert grouse.
A sign is posted on the fence near the path,
this sign a Governor’s warning of germs,
now only spirits roam on their own terms
and me on trail ignoring absence wrath.
The first few steps I fall upon a bench
where younger tree has held on through the heat
and ponder over whispers of silence.
I look at bolt on fence that needs a wrench
and stare at Concertina wire from seat
to see my world unfold into nonsense.
This trail takes me around a massive bend,
lie empty dilapidated trailers,
silent reminders of my life’s failures,
with broken foundations too hard to mend.
In contrast construction of duplex home
is being built rapidly near the scene
their growth tied into some harmonic mean
each one will rise as if a golden dome.
I notice all the land is zoned to build
new neighborhoods are drawn out with pavement,
the east side duplex, west sits two-story.
Each nook and cranny here is all but filled
just waiting for a landlord to charge rent,
these idle lives that hold onto glory.
A blackbird follows me along the route
I stop to see if bird is here for me
and yes it perched along the nearest tree
its look as if predicted newest drought.
Around the bend I find a grove of Pine
they seem so random here in desert Sage
each tree it seems has reached a middle age
with perfect social distance they’ll be fine.
The blackbird perches on wooden pole
to peer in my direction one more time
before it flies off into bluish sky.
Somewhere upon this path I find my soul
to look upon this small incline to climb
with hands in pocket try to think of why.
This bird from sanctuary at Swan Lake
instead of moving into field of brush
now uses flood plain built around the rush,
within the cattails all the nests to make.
I stand in awe above this mass of birds
along with the American Wigeon,
a seagull and occasional Pigeon,
I did not expect sudden loss of words.
Somewhere among the Sparrow and the Tern
a home for both the Wood Duck and Goldfinch
and silently an Eagle flies above.
Though some have never left and some return
they all will fly away within a pinch
when I walk by as quiet as a Dove.