Politics

A group of newly arrived ducks
not the year-round resident mallards
make their way in a flotilla toward the nutrient-rich creek
the seagulls infiltrate them and seek to cut them off

The summer equilibrium is nearing its end
The crows dominate my alder-log perch
and reluctantly give way

I too feel a season of new and more unstable patterns
coming over me
My long and mildly depressed rest
giving way to the intersecting energies of past and future

seagulls and ducks
in the end they will all find their roosting places