The Continuity of Nature

The Continuity of Nature

Although it is not yet summer,
The birds have altered their paths
As if it were a sign for leaving,
And wrapped up in the poet’s words
There is a kind of celebrating,
There is a kind of chanting
That even the warm coral canyon makes
As though all nature was waking
At once, and new life sprang from the desert
In one savage, quick fleeing.

Where are the snowbirds going?
And who arrived on a tortoise shell
With the grit of the desert this morning?
---Creating a small revolution
Perched above the clock tower
By chirping, “It’s gonna be ok.
There is a kind of celebrating.”

Is there a kind of celebrating
In chirping, “It’s gonna be ok?”
Perched above the clock tower,
Creating a small revolution,
The grit of desert this morning
Arrives on a tortoise shell.
Where are the snowbirds going
In one savage, quick fleeing?
At once, new life springs from the desert
As though all nature was waking,
And even the warm corral canyon makes
Here a kind of chanting,
And there a kind of celebrating,
And wrapped up in poet’s words
There is a sign for leaving
When the birds have altered their paths,
Although it is not yet summer.

There is the continuity of nature.