What havoc!
even the winds and seas are in revolt
in this best of all possible worlds
where peace is only possible in intimacy
cultivate your own garden
accept what is
in quietude wait
wait till the scorpions
smug in their power
prompted by dismal realities
self-destruct
Even goldfinches war
beak to beak in flight
despite June’s bright dalliance
among needles of the Northern pine
plenteousness
shelled sunflower seed
a flutter away from a cracked ceramic fountain
with its pretense of permanence
How brief
their overcrowding
a single female a nibble or two
another hovers wildly flapping
flapping no tomorrow
no tomorrow
Safe here after their flight
eerie New York
downtown no one
stores boarded up grafiti
at the park ambulances waiting
white sheets
Nightmares
at sea in a small boat an arcing
enormous wave