Ladies and Gentlemen, let me introduce to you, the world champion long-distance migration: the Arctic Tern!! This little bird breeds as far north as Spitsbergen and flies all the way south down the Atlantic Ocean, may venture a little into the Indian Ocean towards Australia before they turn south again to the Antarctic shores. Here they […]
with riverbank trees blocking the low summer sun the tern surveyed, up and down and around, peering around corners of light, looking, looking down on the here smooth and shaded Umatilla river of recovery diving now, wings falcon swept, it breaks the glass not to go deep deep there is no deep deep here but just deep enough for a snatch of silver two minutes later it's back looking, looking.. looking..
Today I saw a tern, Forster’s tern, diving to hit glassy smooth shaded river water near sunset, wings half swept, emerging with a fish, ~5 inches.
by. A.R. Ammons
broadside into sun and rain
to send high
flop loose the
Today I saw water droplets like glue, despite wind, on both Gingko leaves and aspen leaves.
From the clamor of crowds I flee, my heart seeks The kind of silence that would mesmerize speech itself. ~ ` ~ An Urdu poem
by John Daniel
After the white balloons were swept away
on the wind that had swallowed
most of our vows, after the embraces
and tears, the flung rose petals,
after new friends and old friends and aunts
from everywhere, after you tossed
the bouquet, and the cries of the children
raised coyote cries on the rim,
after chicken grilled on juniper coals,
cold beer from the cattle trough
and hours of hot dancing to Beatles and Stones,
the last of us swaying arms on shoulders,
singing ourselves hoarse,
how good it is
to find you now beyond all
the loud joy, driving north in rain
and the lovely ease of our silence.