More Birds & Others

Yesterday I saw our wild turkey again briefly. And at the feeder a couple of house finches & some American tree sparrows & mourning doves. There are gray squirrels, red squirrels, chipmunks, & the occasional mouse or vole caught out of the corner of the eye. This morning walking the dogs on the other side of the river, we saw a large beaver swimming close to the bank. I've been paying attention to the details of the natural world because the news this week has been so universally grim. "The rattle of the bones, and chuckle spread from ear to ear." From mass-murder to the naked political calculation of the Supreme Court & the remarkable, inarticulate stupidity of the president & the even more remarkable stupidity of the Attorney General, from Baghdad to Baltimore, nothing & no one has been making any sense this week. (Something bad no doubt happened in Baltimore last week, but I only picked the city for purposes of alliteration.) Last night our friend Amy came over for dinner & we grilled burgers -- first of the year -- then had a big bonfire down by the river, burning a lot of winter deadfall & old half-rotten logs. A big fire, a celebration of the real.

Author: jd

Joseph Duemer is Professor of Literature Emeritus at Clarkson University in northern New York state. His most recent book of poems is Magical Thinking from Ohio State University Press. Since the mid-1990s he has spent a good deal of time in Vietnam, mostly Hanoi. He lives with his wife Carole & five terriers (four Jack Russells & one Patterdale) on the stony bank of the Raquette River in South Colton.