OUT ON JENKINS CREEK

Universal presence,
Sense joining sense,
Retribution sense,
Out on Jenkins Creek sense,
My smallness, a kind of imposition,
I there, a foreign presence,
Great White Egret, grace in marsh grasses.

So beautiful, the day,
Old Man Silly,
A bobber on a string,
The frail thread of my being in time full in my face.
Think of it, I would perish without these clothes,
No fur, no feathers.

It is well, this pairing,
We, all the threat of lurking microbes.

Shawnee,
The last day of January, 2021