nature walk
a few days ago we started our
twenty-seventh year following the
path among the stones along the
shore until stopped by the barrier
set to protect the nesting plovers
today we spent a sunny afternoon
walking down to our little harbor
and then back down unfamiliar
streets past people in unprotected
neighborhoods as they nested
a nature poet would build a better
metaphor, but I see people who
live wingless in the floodplain of
the rising tides of grief hoping
they will not be left alone
Peace,
Milton
