Goose and Loon
In the midst of all the plenitude,
The lushness, of this luscious spring day's a.m.,
I witnessed a Canada goose
Combing my cabin's shoreline, for grasses,
Then, in the afternoon, saw a loon diving,
Both, from my distanced purviews, seemingly males,
Feeding, with their distinct idiosyncrasies,
Solitarily, alone, unaccompanied —
Birds, I've learned, that mate for life.
Even now, this late evening, on the still-calm lake,
I find my meditations straying,
Homing in on those two waterfowls,
Pondering what predation, accident, anomaly of nature
Might account for their lack of mates, progeny,
And it saddens me to imagine
How much more abundant this season would be
Had those creatures not been left widowers,
For whom loneliness is the only family they know.
05/21/10 - (3)
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