Activity abounds here.
Once I saw a swan
chasing a goose, with
a trumpeting call she
drew so close to him
his feathers must have
shivered. I stood
watching and wondering what
did this goose do
to so enrage the swan?
Goose, swan, human, we
all figure into this
landscape of unruly plants
hiding all that is wild.
I walk here often, along the
edges, a watershed
hugging Lake Huron’s shore,
and yes I have seen an
osprey eating a fish,
a sharpie diving into
the thicket after prey.
The wild is about eating
it seems. But when the
lying is the point of
all things human and
decency has flown beyond
earth and sky, traversing
the other path is
the only way I can go.
And if you wish to
be my companion, well,
there is always room for two.
So come along my friend
and walk with me, perhaps
we shall see a swan or two.
Anne's mediocre poetry 