February 28, 2013
Locust Vision
Where the branches of the honey locust thronged through daylight hours with wings and voices of bluejays finches cardinals chickadees and white-throated sparrows making their spring-loaded hunger-sweetened presence clearly known—now near midnight under a clouded sky a solitary raccoon’s plump shape with swingeing tail is a solid squat shadow aloft there on a bare bough a dark body sunk it seems in monkish meditation an almost otherworldly visitor keeping in stillness his own counsel
