in place

the sunflower seed
brought the hawk
by way of the bluebird
the woodpecker and cardinal
and squirrel and, eventually
the rabbit

this magic was already
in place in the roots of
pine and maple
where frogs sing

forged metal and my hands
carrying the view
through windows
where coyote howl under stars
and deer walk in the setting sun

I am without a boat
not far from the river
which mountain streams fill
rain over rock
deep springs
decaying leaves and worms

where you may find now
what hungers
for the light
for warmth
brave and fierce and beautiful
in its audacity
to rise again