Spring Equinox 2022
To mark
The end of night, beginning of day
And end of day, beginning of night
Songs, morning and evening
Phrases complex and melodious, not repeating
Even Bach would take note
A thrasher
(either Le Conte’s or Crissal)
Has reckoned the place safe
Fashioning a nest of twigs
Where only she can steal in
And out as needed
The cholla
(Cylindropuntia fulgida var. mamillata)
In the center of the desert, in the middle of nowhere
Effectively commanding our camp
At the edge of understanding
On sand and grit
Three eggs
In certain expectancy
Like the holy virtues; faith, hope, love
Embryos biologically attesting the assurance of spring
Needing only space, time, heat energy
And care when they hatch
By day
Sun, wind, shadow, clouds, a chance of rain
The eggs warmed at noon
By night, sitting in the cold, clear, breezy dark
A great bear twirls around Polaris, a scorpion climbs out of the south
A bird dreams a new song
Our camp
We broke it on Friday
Bidding the thrashers Godspeed
Days later we are stepping into our memories
Poring over details
Whether Le Conte’s or Crissal
– ME