Lovely though man-made
this blue platter reflects a sky
unsullied by history personal or otherwise.
A phalanx of sea gulls
stares in one direction, as though the future
were there. And ducks, modest in apparel
honking their opinions and preferences.
A flash of teal at the neck makes me aware
I am not seeing everything
I might be seeing.
There are other birds, crows of course
and inconsequential darters in willow thickets.
The heron has returned and is
re-thatching a nest in the cypress.
How ordinary, this existence.