. . .
The staying birds are serious…, for cold times lie ahead. Hard times. All berries are treasures.
from In November
by Cynthia Rylant
illustrated by Jill Kastner
HMH Books for Young Readers, 2000
I’m reading Moth Snowstorm by Michael McCarthy (New York Review Books, 2015). It’s an environmental memoir if that really is a thing. McCarthy describes his connections to the destruction and resilience of our natural world. His beautiful language mirrors the beautiful colors, forms, and powers he encounters.
His work inspired this poem.
The Constancy of Change
Why is it nearly impossible to recall the last robin?
The last fresh snow?
The last kiss?
We live our linear lives
Spirally.
Sometimes swirling.
Sometimes plodding.
Always forward…
Halfway round,
we look back
at our growing perspective
in ever heightening cyclical journeys.
In the hemisphere of the atmosphere
change is constant.
Recalling that last robin
is nearly impossible
so filled with expectation and hope
are we
for the next one.
And the next one.
When suddenly
a robin does light
again
on a low branch
of the sycamore
and daffodil shoot
through stiff slush
to announce
a new lap around
the journey.
And we kiss again.
-—stay curious (and vote!)