Here, here

...a thrush sings...Its fresh-peeled voiceAstonishing the brickwork...-- Philip Larkin Gestation Thanks to my mom, I love birds. A barn swallow pair made a beautiful and precarious mud nest this spring on a beam just below the ceiling of our front porch. Their second batch of chicks is about to fledge. I Am Here I began …

Hand

Went on a short walk with the dogs today. Following them across a freshly snowed baseball field, I noticed their prints paralleling each other, in sets of four paws, like words on a page. Morse code. Tab (if you're a guitarist). Braille in the negative. Then I noticed the two dogs' sets were mirror images …

Scooping Arcs

In some coincidence, by one, I've found myself reading a lot about the Arctic lately. I'd always known it was up there, waiting. Well, not really. It never needed me. But I'd always felt a little guilty somehow. Ignorance. Maybe that accounts for why. Anyway, first was Barry Lopez's Arctic Dreams, which took a while …