Migratory

Broken broken broken my high gray room.

How did it happen? My hill on wet stilts.

Who made off with the sudden searing roots?

They were showing us how it feels to belong.

Thus a hermit thrush at the end of summer, whose bog occupies the spot

where 8000 years ago a castle of ice dissolved into a watery keep.

Latter-day invaders have left their jagged ladders for the woodpeckers

& perfectly preserved in the tannic waters, their empty nets.